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𝐌𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 - 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐬 - 𝟏

Hey guys this is the official part 1 of the 6 part series 𝐌𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚, enjoy and feel free to reblog, and share your thoughts. - N0va 2,156 words Songs: Algo Magico By Rauw Alejandro, Mi Santa by Rauw Alejandro

*SOMEWHERE IN THE STREETS OF MIAMI

After Y/n sent Armando the location of the home he strapped his duffel bag to the backseat of his bike and got ready to start his motorcycle when he noticed a car parked not far from him.

He looked back, brushed it off, placed his helmet on, started his motorcycle, and started driving. It wasn't until he had passed 2 blocks and noticed that the car was following him. He sped up trying to lose the car, but the driver kept up. Armando saw a nearby alley and went down it to stop the car from following him.

In the alleyway, he stopped for a second and tried to call Mike, but it went to voicemail. Then he received a text from an unknown number.

"Hola Señor Aretas, nos vemos pronto. - tu flor favorita"

He blocked the number and brushed it off trying to ignore some old memories flooding into his head. There was no way it was her, there was technically no possible way of it. He took a deep breath, placed his helmet on, and made his way to his destination.

>>> Now in Downtown Miami at the getaway house*

You, Dorn, and Kelly were the first to arrive out of everyone, which you were expecting as you knew Rafe would show up later with the booze, and Armando would probably be the last one there.

As you all settled in you decided to give Dorn and Kelly the master bedroom as they were the only couple on the trip. You took the second biggest bedroom at the end of the hallway, this left the bedroom across and next to you available to Armando and Rafe.

As you set your suitcase down Dorn and Kelly came into your room.

"I'm starving." Dorn comments.

"So.." You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I do not like your attitude, Missy," Dorn responds.

"Dorn leave her alone, she hasn't gotten any in a while," Kelly said, trying to whisper the last part.

"I heard that," you said as you threw a pillow at the both of them.

"Y/n you need to put yourself more out there that's all we are trying to say," Kelly said in a sympathetic tone.

"I don't blame her have you seen the dickheads that approach Y/n, so if you ask me take your time and don't just fuck dickheads just because you're sexually frustrated and alone," Dorn advised you.

"Thanks Dorn, I will keep in mind the fact that I am sexually frustrated and alone." You said before getting up from the bed and making your way to the kitchen.

Kelly hit Dorn's head, "Asshole." She said

"What'd I do?" he said.

"LET'S GO LOVEBIRDS, DINNER ISN'T GOING TO MAKE ITSELF," you yelled from the kitchen.

As they made their way down, the door opened and Rafe made his way in with bottles of booze and a hookah.

"Why'd you bring a hookah?" You asked Rafe.

"Because we are getting lit this weekend and because of our jobs we are not allowed to get high, so we have to smoke something." He said before placing all the stuff down on the counter.

"So what should we make for dinner?" You asked.

"I don't know what we have in the fridge," Kelly said while she opened the fridge.

"Ok we have enough ingredients to make burgers which I say we save for tomorrow, or pasta for tonight," she said while taking a closer look inside.

"Ok, pasta it is." She said while pulling out some of the ingredients.

You and Kelly both started preparing things while Rafe and Dorn started setting up something on the TV and the speaker. About 20 minutes had passed and there was a knock at the door. Rafe went to answer and found Armando at the door.

"Hey man, glad you made it.” He said while letting Armando in the house.

Armando made his way into the house examining it as he walked. He made his way to the living room where he greeted Dorn who took him to the kitchen where you and Kelly were.

“Hi, Armando.” You said and went back to what you were doing.”

“Hey Y/n thanks for the invite. ” He said, placing his duffel bag down on the chair. He then saw Kelly a few inches away from you and just sent her a nod, to which responded with a small nod.

“Yeah, no problem.” You said before turning back to the stove.

“If you want, tell Rafe to take you to the rooms and by the time you’re back dinner will be served. After the dinner, Y/n can show you the house so you can get familiar with it.” Kelly said before grabbing the plates.

“Oh ok, thanks Kelly,” Armando said before making their way to Rafe so they could go upstairs.

You and Kelly served the food and put the plates on the table, and by the time you both sat down, everyone was at the table. Dinner was good. You all talked, made jokes, and laughed. After you all finished you picked up the plates from the table and then went to start the sink to start washing everything, since the kitchen was now a mess.

“Y/n I’m sorry I’m tired and so full, do you mind cleaning up by yourself,” Kelly asked you.

“It’s fine, I understand, you guys can go to bed, I got it.” You said.

She blew you a kiss and walked off with Dorn who was waiting for her at the stairs.

“Goodnight Y/n,” said Rafe as he also went upstairs.

“Night Rafe,” you responded.

As you finished loading cups and utensils into the dishwasher you felt someone next to you.

“Is there anything I can help with?” He asked.

“No, I got it.” You said.

He still grabbed a rag and started cleaning surfaces and the stove. You were surprised you didn’t think he would be like this.

“I’m kind of surprised I wasn’t expecting you to be…” He cut you off.

“Surprised of what, that I cleaned, or that I showed up?” He said with a small intrigued smile.

“Well, both 'cause I didn’t know this side of you. I don't know, it just seems more calm” You replied.

“I mean yeah everyone thinks I only know how to kill and fight,” he says.

“Fuck I’m sorry I didn’t mean it that way.” You said.

“It’s okay I understand, it’s not like I have shown the rest of my personality. So trust me, it’s ok.” He responds trying to make you feel better.

“I’m sorry I really didn’t mean it that way, it's just that when I'm nervous I tend to just speak and not think.” You explained as you loaded the last plate into the dishwasher and closed it.

“Do I make you nervous?” Armando asked as he placed the rag on a rack so it could dry.

“Yes but not for the reasons you might think.” You said.

You dried your hand and took him on a tour of the house, you showed him the pool/backyard area, the laundry room, and the small house gym it had inside. And then start to make your way to the garage.

“And this is the garage, the last place we needed to cover the whole house.” You said while guiding him in.

“It’s a nice place, I parked my bike out front. Is it okay if I bring it in here?” He asked while still examining the garage.

“Yeah of course,” you said before opening the garage door for the last spot.

He made his way out and in about 2 minutes he came back on his motorcycle. Something about him on the motorcycle made you feel hot, he noticed you staring.

“You want to take a ride?” he asked.

“Is it safe this late at night?” you respond, even though you knew you wanted to get with no doubt.

“Yeah we will be fine, let's go.” He said while offering you his helmet.

“But what will you wear?” You asked as you took the helmet in your hands.

“I’ll be fine, I'm experienced and your safety is more important anyway,” he said while starting the bike. You felt your face get hot when he said that your safety is more important. So you took the helmet put it on and hopped on behind him.

“Is it okay if I put my arms around you, I’m not sure what to hold on to?” You asked. When the words left your mouth you realized what you had just said.

“Yeah, whatever you want.” He said.

You put your arms around his waist causing your body to come into very close proximity with his. To the point where your whole body was pressed to his back and your arms were looped around his waist.

“You ready?” He asked.

You responded with a nod and he started to back up out of the garage, and into the street. Before you knew it you guys were riding around the streets of Miami, and all of it felt good. The wind, the adrenaline, and the feeling of Armando’s body close to you. He smelled amazing; it was like a woody and Ambery scent that just made you want to stay on top of him for the whole night.

Before you realized it you were both making your way back into the garage. The bike came to a stop, and you unclasped your arms from around his waist and took off the helmet.

“Thank you, that was fun,” you said before getting completely off the bike.

“Yeah anytime Princess,” he said before placing his helmet on the bike and shutting the garage door. You gave him a small nod and walked back into the house. On your way to your room, you remembered the feeling of being on the bike with him, his scent, and how he called you Princess. This caused you to smile like a little kid in a candy store.

When you made it into your room you decided to take a shower. But when you started taking your shirt off you felt his scent on your shirt, and instead of throwing it in your laundry bag, you threw it to your bed.

You took a nice hot shower washed your hair too, did your skincare, and put your hair in a towel waiting for it to dry. You put on pajamas and lay on your bed for about 30 minutes waiting for your hair to finish drying. But then until you got thirsty and decided to go get a water bottle.

You opened your door and took a peek down the hallway and noticed that the downstairs light was on. You remembered turning it off, so it had no reason to be on. You quietly made your way downstairs to the kitchen where you found Armando looking through the fridge. Before you said anything you took a moment to admire his toned arms and abs that trailed down to his lower stomach area.

You snapped out of it and finally decided to say something.

“Hey did you need something?” you asked pretending you were just now walking into the kitchen.

“Yeah I was looking for cold water but there aren’t any in here.” He replied. As soon as he said that his eyes examined your body and what you were wearing.

“I think I have a water case in my trunk. Do you mind bringing it in?” you asked.

“Yeah I can.” you then led him to the garage and grabbed your keys from the key holder to unlock your car. You could feel him staring at you, but you weren't sure if he was staring for the right reasons. But then you were wearing pajama shorts that sat on the tip of your ass, and your cropped spaghetti strap wasn’t helping but that was what you packed.

After he brings the water in and places it on the counter, you lock your car, grab a water bottle, and start walking upstairs which he follows behind you. Now you both stood in front of your room doors.

“Thank you for bringing the water in.” you spit out trying not to get distracted by his figure.

“Yeah no problem,” he said before you could turn the knob for your door.

“OK. Goodnight Armando.” You shortly replied. And before you closed your door you heard it.

“Goodnight princess,” he said before fully closing his door.

You closed your door and your face began to feel hot again, you were blushing. At that moment you realized you did have a crush on Armando. You laid on your bed replaying the moments from tonight and little by little fell asleep.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and you were going to need all the energy you had.

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Hi guys hope you guys liked it, share your thoughts and the next part might take me more time because it is longer but will be posted in the 2-3 days. <3

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barcapix · 1 month ago

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heyyy hope all is amazing!! genuinely you have no idea how excited I am that you wanted to write a pedri fic cause i lowk have read literally everything out there abt him already :(((

but I was thinking, what about a pedri x oc (or reader if you don't do ocs, I just like 3rd person writing the best lmao) where they're like childhood besties and their parents want them to get together but the parents dont know that they actually dated and broke up, and now they're reuniting at some family event thing in Tenerife- maybe a new years 25 party? brownie points out if she's an Olympic figure skater or sm, and it's been like years since they've seen each other, and they've both accomplished so much without each other cause I love athlete x athlete and like to make myself sad :)). also this was so specific for no reason you can totally change whatever you want! <3

✮ Master Of None - Pedri González

pedri gonzález x childhood bsf/ex!athlete!fem!reader

sy: when distance pulls you apart, but you manage to reunite, the universe is ready to pull you apart again.

a/n: this was a lovely req so ty! i hope the reader pov did this justice cause i stf my brain has a malfunction when i try to do 3rd person. i hope you enjoy tho <333

a/n2: so i would really appreciate feedback on this! i really wanna improve writing longer fics like this (6.4k) so please if you could just lmk what you thought of this.. did it make sense? what could i do to improve and are there areas im missing etc, i would be so so so grateful.🤗

warnings: hmm no. kinda like fluff/comfort maybe a lil angst?

IN TENERIFE… sitting out on the patio, with fruity refreshers in hand and sunglasses alike, were yours and pedri’s parents discussing a revolutionary reunion.

“i can’t believe she’s finally coming home.”

“y pedri,” rosy adds, settling her drink down. “ya era hora de que ambos se volvieran a ver, han pasado años.” (it’s about time they both see eachother again, it’s been years)

she looks around for approval, then receives it with hums of agreement.

“crees que siguen siendo amigas,” your mother mentions. “te gustaría mantenerte en contacto de alguna manera?” (do you think they’re still friends. like, keep in contact one way?)

rosy shakes her head. “hacía tiempo que no oía a pedri mencionarla. es como si la última vez que estuvieron los dos en tenerife, hace seis veranos, algo hubiera cambiado.” (i haven’t heard pedri mention her for awhile. it’s like the last time they were both in tenerife, six summers ago, something changed)

“i second that,” your father utters. “y/n, when we do hear from her, there’s no mention of pedri either,” he glances across to your mother and she nods. “did they fight?”

they were all oblivious to the full picture.

how you dated, then how it all fell apart. six summers ago. it was a late-night altercation, that had you leaving with an aching heart, and similarly left him staring at his ceiling—wondering if this was the right choice.

if breaking up was the right choice?

after a then-call from, the junior skating NSF you were to fly into america to fulfill your dream of being an professional figure skater. meanwhile, pedri received a major debuting football offer in laliga, prompting his permanent move into las palmas.

ultimately, you both agreed that ending the relationship then was for the best—to avoid the heartache that long distance can bring. you recognised that letting go early would spare you both from the constant stress and uncertainty that often come with being apart.

there wasn’t any bad air left between you, but more like air: what could of been?

howbeit, the last they knew of, you were exchanging shared laughs and shoulder bumps in the hidden corner of the party, that night.

“nosotros no sabemos,” fernando, pedri’s father, replies. (we dont know)

“i always thought they’d end up together,” your mother points out. “even as kids, i figured they were already a perfect match.”

“they still could,” rosy imparts, surprising even herself. “maybe they just need.. a little push.”

“¿de qué estás hablando?” (whatcha talking about?)

then, at the blink of an eye, fer, pedri’s brother, being the nosey creature he is, strolls in on by with nilo trotting happily by his side.

“por el amor de dios!” (for heavens sake!)

“do you have to creep on us like that?” his mother exclaims, poorly settling her hand above her heart. “i could of had a heart attack!”

“i highly doubt that mamà,” fer chuckles, perching atop the coffee table. “pero vamos ¿de qué se trata el chisme?” (but c’mon, what’s the gossip about?)

pedri’s father groans, broken in thought. “well, we’re figuring how to bring pedri and y/n together.”

“y/n,” fer pulls his cap down, muttering under his breath. “i haven’t heard that name in a while.”

as expected, the silence returns.

the only thing breaking the placidity, is nilo’s satisfied growls as fer scratches behind his ears, and the soft chatter of bluebirds above.

“why don’t you just throw a new year’s party?” fer suggests after a beat. he’s almost bewildered that four grown, allegedly more educated, adults couldn’t think of such a simple idea.

“fer that’s—” your father starts, hands raised.

the simplicity: a party, a family gathering, that would naturally bring you two together, given you were both coming back to tenerife for the holidays.

“ay dios mío!” rosa confides, standing up. “fer you finally put your brain to use for once!”

with the plan finally set in motion, would seeing eachother again, make or break you?

OVER IN MADRID… after a gruelling day of packing, confirming flights and responding to a barrage of texts from your manager—instructing that you can’t drink, nor arrive late to the next practice in milan—you plop down onto the hotel’s bed, the plush mattress welcoming you in. the sheets are soft and ironed, carrying a familiar texture that only reminded you of home.

packing shouldn’t cause this much fatigue.

speaking of home, that’s exactly what you were packing for. later tonight, you’d be flying over to tenerife to celebrate new years after a futile, 30sec conversation with your mother, issuing it was a party to be attending to.

technically, you weren’t packing for the party, per se, much more for milan—your fifth fixture of the upcoming figure-skating qualifiers.

you loved your job though.

x3 gold medalist, current world figure skating champion and holding the youngest record in achieving the champion status, in sporting history.

even now, five hours after a minor warm-up session, you could still feel the tight leather engraved around your ankles and the backache that came with it.

you sigh, staring ahead at the ceiling.

there was one thing you weren’t aware of though, how the gonzález family would also be attending. until—a no caller id awakens your phone to life.

your head shoots up, grabbing the phone as if it were an emergency.

“hola? the man on the line, begins. “¿es esto y/n?” (is this y/n?)

you don’t catch on at first. “who is this? is this some sort of prank?” abruptly, your tone rises with frustration.

“normally, it would be. but not t’day.”

thats when the cogs in your brain churn. “fer!?”

“that is my name,” he almost sounds proud. “so you don’t forget as easily as people say, huh?”

“what? whatev—why are you calling me? again?”

“again? you mean like four months later,” he half scolds, half laughs. “i wanted to check in on you. are you coming back to tenerife for the holidays?”

“sí.. why does it matter to you?”

the line disconnects for a moment; it crackles back to his voice. you thought, briefly, you could hear a faint conversation audible in the background—one sounding oddly familiar—but with the lethargy coursing through your muscles, you brush it off.

“..figuring you’re back in town—wait, how long has it been since, y’know.”

“six years.”

“wow, six years,” fer exhales deeply, and you can only picture him pinching at the insides of his eyes. “it’s really been that long?—right anyway, i assume you’re going to the house party too?”

your lips part with an ‘o’ shape, and you cut short with words. “huh—how do you know?”

there’s a definitive pause. “…is that nilo i hear?” followed by, what you could infer, is a fake distorted cough. “sorry y/n, gotta run. see you l—”

the call suspends. your phone falls from your ear, piling on your lap. you sit there, blinking, staring at the black screen of your phone like it might come alive again.

was that really him?

and how did he know you were coming?

more importantly, this was following a pattern. a pattern that had him showing up to the same places he’d asked you about. a few months ago, he’d called you up inquiring if you were going to orlando—because he was.

was there a plan, or motive behind this?

you press your lips together, trying to replay the call in your mind, but it’s already blurring around the edges, like fog slipping through your fingers.

the lump in your throat is difficult to digest, but just as you swallow it, there’s a knock at the door, making you flinch.

“are you ready to leave?”

its simon. thank god, its only simon.

for a second, you fully believed it was fernando, coming back to haunt the ghost of your room, and that call was just a facade for his tricks.

simon—your assistant but grown to know him as your bestfriend. the blonde stands in a navy suit, and squared glasses, that he reckons gives him a ‘siren’ look.

you let out a long-waited breath, one you weren’t aware you were holding aback. “yes. yeah—i think.”

“you think? i didn’t know that was an option,” he steps toward you, sensing an unease. he knew you better than your own parents by this point. “what’s going on?”

the palms of your hands dig into your eyes. “i mean, nothing,” it only takes a brow raise from him to unravel the lie. “fine. it’s kind of something. but not really.”

you rise up—the abrupt tension moving with you as you pace the room, your words tumbling out faster than your brain can organise them. “like it’s something strange but not so strange that makes you go, ‘woah!”

simon watches you, struggling to stay composed, arms crossed now.

he squints, as if trying to decipher your scattered energy. “seriously. you sound like you’ve lost it. what’s happened?”

releasing a huff, you pause idly, finally ready to relent. “does the name fernando—fer, ring a bell?”

simon nods slowly, pushing his glasses up.

you figure as he’s taken your suitcase into his grasp, he’s suggesting to leave; you fling your unnessecarily, cramped backpack over your shoulder.

“well, he called me just before you came in, and—i swear on my mothers life, he’s stalking me.”

your bestfriends composure crumbles. “sorry?”

“yes!” he opens the door, holding it open until you step outside. “look i know it sounds insane, but im so serious.”

“why would you think that? from a.. call?”

the sound of the suitcases’ wheels squeak against the polished tiles. you clear your throat. “first of all, i know that. second, he’s always calling me, randomly, to find out my whereabouts or, where i’m going.”

he doesn’t even get time to reply. “like, in august, he asked me if i was still in orlando—which thank god i wasn’t, but turns out he was,” you take a much-needed gasp for air. “and now, he’s asking if im going to this house party.”

“oddly specific don’t you think?”

the elevator welcomes you with a empty space, swiftly padding inside.

“yeah—” accidentally, you cut him off. “what if he’s trying to kidnap me?” your face draws blood, palling your skin.

“i highly doubt that y/n,” simon excuses himself by laughing, pressing the keypad to F1. “maybe it has some relation with his brother.. pedro, was it?”

“why would pedri have anything to do with this?”

just as hastily, you’re strutting down the carved steps that introduce the hotel from the public street—realising you may just be going on a tangent.

the blonde opens the cab door after stuffing your belongings into the trunk. “in august, barça traveled to the usa for preseason.”

he just had to state that matter-of-factly.

you scoff, half mused. “i forgot you were a nerd.”

orderly, you both crash into the backseats, cramped and shoulder-to-shoulder. “and, doesn’t he go to tenerife for his holidays too?”

that stills silence from you.

simon raises one brow, his breath molten on your neck. “well?”

“i.. suppose you might be onto something.”

the engine rumbles, enlightening the car to life. he instructs you to strap your seatbelt on, but now, you’re too occupied staring out of the window.

the thought of pedri being involved. being there—petrifies, but also sickens you. whatever fractures of a relationship that you once built with him, diffused into specks of dust the night you left.

what would you say? what would he say?

more importantly, how drunk would you need to get if you saw him, sipping a fruit juice, when everyone else was consuming alcohol, amid a dancing crowd?

“d’you really think he’s going to be there?”

you don’t even notice how you were twirling the conditioned curls of your hair between your fingers. what you always found comfort in when you grew nervous.

simon doesn’t say anything. that scares you.

“simon?”

your head whips to him, watching him tap his fingertips on the leather. “simon, look at me.”

his once-gelled hair, falls out of its coordinated place, dangling into view of his glasses. hesitantly, he meets your eyes.

does he know something you don’t?

“he might not,” he says at last, shrugging. “fer could just be having fantasies and really want to kidnap you.”

“he seems like the type of guy.”

you aren’t even thinking about fer anymore. it’s pedri who’s preoccupying your mind now.

“simon.. you’re scaring me here.”

his hand holds yours, featherlight. “you have nothing to worry about. you attend the party, have some fun, and i’ll be there to pick you up at 12 for milan.”

simon squeezes your hand, once gently, eyes flicking to the back window of the cab as it slows at a red light.

his reflection in the glass is unreadable—stoic, maybe a smidge too stiff as his jaw flexes the ripples of muscles in his cheek.

you study him, quietly.

“simon,” you press again, a little rise of urgency on your tongue. “do you know something?”

your bestfriend doesn’t look at you, apart from meeting your eyes in the reflection of the window; he just exhales a short breath through his nose and says, “i think you’re catastrophising again.”

you resist the urge to slam your head against the door.of course you’re overthinking—again. you always do. probably blowing something small into the end of the world.

“yeah.. yeah, you’re right,” a sheepish, dry chuckle slips out of your mouth. “i do that, don’t i?”

“like its your second job,” he replies, grinning and fully looking at you now.

you lean your head against the rest, letting the vibration of the road soothe your nerves bubbling beneath your skin.

simon shakes your shoulder softly. “if fer does try to kidnap you though, i have pepper spray in my pocket.”

BACK IN TENERIFE… the nights’ air is humid and sickly sweet, just how you remember it. there’s old salsa music spilling from the speaking’s on the terrace, whilst people begin to flood through your family home.

after much back and fourth, some bickering, and a whole load of insisting, you eventually end up carrying the weight of the pepper spray.

not just that, but he’d also instructed you to keep his contact viable on your phone screen, “just in case the spray doesn’t work, and i need to rescue you.”

so now, you’re clutching your phone tightly, aimlessly walking through the house—being stopped often from both strangers and old relatives.

“¿eres tú, chica?”

your stomach dips slightly.

its rosy, mrs. gonzález, reaches for you first, arms already broad, like you were a niece rather than some girl who used to loiter around their son. she smells like the same overpowering jasmine perfume she’s worn for as long as you can remember—something about it makes your chest tighten.

her husband, also fernando, isn’t far behind, tugging both of you into a tight embrace with a warm, chesty laugh that could shake the walls.

“ay, mírala! it is you!” rosy exclaims, holding your face with both hands. “¡mira lo grande que estás! de verdad han pasado seis años?” (look how big you’ve grown! has it really been six years?)

“se siente más largo,” fernando adds, stepping back to get a better look at you. “estábamos hablando con tus padres y mencionaron todo sobre tu campeonato de patinaje.” (it feels like longer. we were talking to your parents and they mentioned all about your skating championship)

his grin is wide enough to reach his ears, and incredibly infectious. “felicidades, niña. what a year you’ve had.”

you manage a timid grin, nodding slightly. “gracias.. ha sido un poco loco, sí.” (thank you.. it’s been a little crazy, yeah)

rosy beams, eyes crinkling. “we watched the highlights online, and, you looked beautiful. the way you move on the ice.. dios mío. we always said you were destined for something big.”

you glance down at your shoes, overwhelmed by their warmth.

“we’re so glad to see you back,” she continues, gripping your hands. “tenerife hasn’t been the same without all you kids running around. it’s good to have you home, even if just for a bit.”

your heart lurches at that word: home. it tastes a little foreign, but oddly comforting too.

“even having pedri home, it’s nice to see you both finally catch a break after all these months!”

you gulp. pedri. you resist to ask them where he is, because is that too desperate? too eager for a first conversation?

“yeah, pedri,” the sweat glands on your skin begin to form. “how is he—is he okay?”

rosy and fernando exchange a brief glance, just shy of noticeable. but you catch it.

“es bueno,” rosy answers with a small smile, smoothing down her blouse like she needs something to do with her hands.

“está ocupado, por supuesto. siempre corriendo como si su mente estuviera tres pasos por delante de él.” (busy, of course. always running around like his mind’s three steps ahead of him)

“he asks about you sometimes,” fernando adds, more nimbly. “in his own way.”

you look away, unsure what to do with that sentence. it lingers in the air for a second too long. a second longer, that only makes your desire in catching him, keener.

“anyway, we won’t keep you,” rosy says, her voice brightening. “go enjoy yourself, mija. we’re all so proud of you.”

they peck friendly kisses onto your cheeks once more, before disappearing into the flow of bodies.

tonight was going to be a long night. without a doubt, you’d probably drive insane before it even clocked 12. surely, your manager wouldn’t find out if you’ve had one drink?

you probably need it more than you want it.

so for the next few hours, after that lingering comment sticking firm into your brain—you’re back to having pedri in the back of your mind.

doing the usual: looking around each corner, each room—for him.

but after time passed, seeing every face but his, confirming that he wasn’t lurking in shadows and analysing everybody from the deep corners of each room, and getting carried away from being stopped every two seconds by old friends—he wasn’t stirring in your head as much.

safe to say, you forgot about him. for a bit.

“¿es esa la nina de mis ojos?”

fortuitously, your hand reaches for the pepper spray—then you take a somewhat sigh of relief.

“what’s that?—you were going to pepper spray me!?” fer screeches, his jaw falling wide open. “i thought we were friends!”

the pepper spray is still high up into his face. “being friends with a stalker isn’t exactly my go-to.”

fer sneers. “i’m not a stalker. i don’t remember you being that interesting,” he takes a weak sip from his straw. “unless you’ve changed.”

“there it is,” the dry sarcasm that had you smile deceivingly. he nods appreciatively, as if that were god’s greatest compliment he could of received. “it’s good to see you again fer.”

hesitantly, you lower the spray from his face, and fer reacts as if it were a gun lowering from his head.

there’s an attempt for a hug, but it does go as smoothly as planned, as he’s slightly tipsy and instead, goes to hug your arm.

“anyway,” fer asks, looking around the crowded room then down at his empty cup. “i forgot where you put the drinks—i feel like im owed one after being called a stalker.”

you point towards the makeshift through the hallway. “down there, to the left.”

fer grins, that lazy upside down smile he always stupidly showcases. he leans out his foot, until glancing back. “you’re coming too right? people get terrifying when they drink.”

“are you saying you’re scared of a few drunken teenagers?”

“maybe,” he meekly admits, wobbling.

you sigh, but follow him anyway through the throngs of dancing cousins and kids running around underfoot. upon meeting the bar, he hands you a drink and slurps down his fresh glass.

“so,” he leans tediously against the wooden countertop. “met any familiar faces yet?”

“oh yeah. way too many,” you, at last, take a miniature swig. “i’m beginning to think everyone has the same face around here.”

fer laughs. “anyone you’re expecting?”

“no i don’t think so,” grimacing at the aftertaste of the fruity vodka on your tongue. “i don’t have any interest in meeting more people tonight, anyway.”

“don’t limit your horizons. you could always accidentally bump into someone.”

you frown at the suspiciousness of his abrupt tone. “what?”

“actually, uh—nothing,” he says quickly, fixing his posture. “could you hold this for a sec?” he shoves it into your hands regardless.

then, he starts backing away.

“fernando!”

“just. stay there, for like twenty seconds,” he’s emerging into the crowd. “i forgot something. i’ll be back!”

you start to protest, but before you can blink twice—he’s gone within the consuming crowd; the music drowns out your voice nonetheless.

“he always does this,” you curse under your breath. “why do i even still trust that guy?”

you grip around your two cups tighter, about to step away yourself, until you pivot and crash into someone.

a solid someone.

almost spilling both drinks, you surprisingly catch your balance as familiar hands rise to steady you.

“lo siento—!”

you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

his hand is still gripping firm into your wrist, but his eyes are just as wide as if he was expecting this either.

you become motionless, your blood running cold. the guy you’ve waited six years to see again. the splintered relationship that had so many innermost questions in the air.

“pedri?”

it is pedri. it has to be.

unless you were incredibly disty and his brother had tampered with your drink, you were certainly positive. his eyes always stood out to you—that could captivate the sunlight in the early sunrise, and the moonlight at late sunrise.

“s—sì,” his words also fall short. “you’re here? like here, here?”

you nod, still feeling numb to the bone. “it is my house, so yeah—i think.” you have to look around at the rest of the people around to know that you are still in reality. “is that really you?”

“its me,” he smiles, prying his hand away from your wrist that leaves a reddened mark. “sorry—i didn’t mean to hold you that tight.”

pedri makes an effort to back up both into a more secluded area, with a circle couch and the only available light pouring in from the settling moonlight via the standing window.

you can still feel the heat in your cheeks, sweaty palms and quiet ringing in your ears.

and nobody warned you he’d be here?

excluding forgotten assumptions from simon—who more often than not is actually wrong, so. and fer—when you get your hands on that guy, he’s prey meat. okay.. maybe not meat, but creeping this on you half-unexpected, definitely blew the oxygen from your lungs. i mean, you haven’t see pedri in years. you didn’t leave on the best of terms, but perhaps not on the worst either.

it was more awkward, than hushed anger or sadness.

the light strikes the side of his face, highlighting the softness in his features, the way he used to look at you when he still called you his.

“i figured it would be best to talk where it’s not so loud,” he perches on the end of a footstool as you take the couch. “where do i even begin? how have you been? i haven’t seen you in—”

“six years.”

“six years,” he blows a sigh from his lips, re-evaluating the same reaction his brother had.

pedri turns to face you, he smiles. there’s a beat where he looks into your eyes a little too long.

then, he snaps out of it. “but um—on another note.. i heard you’re now a figure skating champion too. what’s it uh—what’s it like?”

your hands are partially shaking around the plastic cup. “it’s erm.. it’s good, yeah. hopefully two time champion this year.”

pedri seems relaxed. how is he always this composed? naturally, it’s unfair.

“do you enjoy it? i remember you saying how much of a dream it was to play in the olympics.”

“i do,” you admit. “but the 6am training routines? it makes me regret going to bed so late.”

pedri shakes his head, laughing. “i know. you know i’ve never been an early morning fan either. i hate training sometimes if it means waking up at 5am.”

you both shared hatred for getting up at the rise of dawn, but equally loved staying up until midnight and watching the moon rise.

you complimented eachother, and so alike.

“about you, i’ve noticed your playing with a new jersey,” your eyebrows raise in interest. “what’s the new club like?”

“barça? it’s great,” he rakes through his hair that’s fallen over his temple. “dream club and by far the best club ive played for.”

you nod, appreciatively. “i did prefer the yellow and blue colours though.”

“i knew you always liked yellow on me,” he tries to conceal his smile by a sip of his juice. “i’ll never forget the compliments you used to shower me with everytime i came home wearing it.”

you shrug. “i can never successfully lie.”

“no ma’am, you can’t,” he laughs again, sounding like it came deep from his chest. “you ended up stealing all of those jerseys anyway.”

“not without a good wash, though.”

you both burst into a fit of laughter, easy—carefree. everything feels so easy with him, like nothing ever happened to you.

“well, does your girlfriend have to deal with the same sweaty odor too?” you say, tailing through laughter.

he shyly chuckles. “i don’t have a girlfriend.”

your eyes narrow at him, only now you recognise the faint stubble on his chin. “oh you’re joking! have you seen the way women throw themselves at you?”

“no im being serious,” he nervously pulls at his tee, kissing his teeth. “i found it hard to move on.. y’know.. after you.”

that stills the alcohol from your cup, but your eyes stay lingering on him. blush creeps up into his skin, and he has to break eye contact.

pedri merely sighs, looking down at the measly orange squash sloshing around his paper cup.

he fully regrets saying that aloud.

“d’you wanna move to the dance floor?” he suggests, already standing up and wiping his palms on his jeans.

you’re still stunned by his abrupt change in words, blinking slowly to follow his movement. regardless, you agree.

in the main room of your family house, it’s much, much rowdier. the vibrant strobe lights and multi-coloured tiles on the floor are the only things emitting light.

pedri discards both your cups into a nearby trashcan, noticing your halcyon posture. “you alright?”

“yeah, just—there’s loads of people,” he suddenly remembers your hesitation amongst larger crowds, the way it makes you shrink a smidge.

“i won’t let you out of my sight,” he assures, hovering his hand on your back like he wants to, but not sure whether to cross that barrier yet. “i promise. i’ll be right beside you.”

somehow, his comforting words seemed to take instant effect, and before you even knew it, you were both caught up in the middle of the scene, dancing away.

you were screaming your heart out to every lyric, body rhyming to singular beats. whereas, pedri was more watching out for you—side-eyeing any men that thought posed ‘danger’.

eventually, you pull him into your arms after noticing he’s standing too incredibly still for a dance party.

“don’t look so stiff, pedri!” you shrill over the ringing in your ears. “relax a little. enjoy yourself!”

he must not get the memo. you’re forced to read his lips, because he’s way too quiet when he says, “i don’t know what to do.”

“follow my lead, okay?”

“where do i put my hands?”

without a doubt, he freaks out. his eyes are nervously scanning around at your body, then around the room, as if begging for help.

“wherever,” so of course, they land on your hips. barrier = crossed. it takes you by surprise, but also it feels like comforting. like his hands had a place around your hips, holding you.

so to return the favour, arms slinging around his shoulders and your faces draw much closer than anticipated. pedri’s adam apple bobs as he nervously swallows, whilst you flicker your eyes between his eyes and lips.

just like old times.

the music pounds around you like a world you’re not quite part of—and for the first time all night, he’s not watching the room.

he’s only watching you.

you don’t know how many hours passed. they whirl by in kaeldescopes of dizzying colours and upbeat rhythms, bodies inetwebwines and never an inch apart form one another.

you feel the dancing taking its toll, as you pause for breath by leaning on pedri’s shoulder. “i wish this moment could last forever.”

pedri doesn’t say anything right away; just lets out a slow exhale, like he’s savouring the nostalgia in time. his hands stay firm on your hips, grounding you.

you fit perfectly, like always.

your cheek rests against his shoulder, the bass of the music thudding through both of your chests. you’re not really dancing anymore—just swaying, breathing, being. idly, his fingertips trace the fabric of your dress, and it feels like a memory rising to the surface.

for a second, it’s easy to forget you ever let go of each other.

the spaniard tilts his head slightly, letting it rest lightly against yours; you can feel the tension bleeding out of his frame, little by little, like your presence is something he’d forgotten how much he missed.

neither of you speak. you don’t need to.

its the kind of silence that says more than words ever could. to say i miss you, and miss being apart of your world.

a silence also made tender with history, with the kind of closeness that only people who once knew each other by heart can fall back into.

“we can make it last.”

“i wish we could.” you at last sigh, lifting your head to face him.

he brushes your hair from your face, pausing to curve around your jaw. “why wouldn’t it?”

the music screams louder, causing you to raise your voice in a shout. “because i’m leaving for milan tomorrow!”

pedri’s pulse quickens. all of a sudden, he feels nauseous like someone’s tugging at his insides, overwhelmed and far too hot; he pinches at the collar of his tee, trying to breathe.

did he hear you correctly. “milan?”

you nod, grinning and erupt into a cheer when the song ends. a new one begins, and this one makes your head recoil back up.

its an american rave typa song, one he wouldn’t understand the hype about.

“why milan? you just got here!”

“i don’t really get holidays for as long as you do pedri!” you holler vividly, tapping onto your wrist. “i have a busy schedule!”

before the beat drops again, you’re being dragged out onto the patio; pedri doesn’t even recognise how he is the one doing so. he’s normally the one being dragged.

soon enough, you both stumble into a dim clearing, wildly comparabile to the gloominess of the garden.

the words just slip from his tongue. “why tommorow? when are you leaving? will you come back?”

only if it’s been a few hours, it feels like it’s been weeks, and already, the thought of you not being around feels like someone pressed fast-forward on a day he never wanted to end.

“hey, calm down,” you murmur, steadying him by his shoulders. “it won’t be for too long pedri, i have qualifiers.”

you glance at your phone, about to check your calander for when it’s possible for a return, until simon’s messages pops up onto your screen.

sent two hours ago. “are you okay? tell me you’re okay.”

sent one n’ half ago. “has fer gotten ahold of you? son of a bitch.”

sent one hour ago. “you’d tell me though, wouldn’t you? you would. okay. i’ll be there at 12.. with a knife.”

shit. you forgot about simon. and it’s 11:57.

this whole evening, you’d been so trained and mesmerised in reuniting with your ex, you completely forgot about simon, who you could imagine pacing around the streets with his hands deep in his hair.

pedri’s eyes lighten up. “is something wrong? do you have to stay?”

“no—i—uh, simon’s picking me up soon,” you stutter out at last, exhaling deeply.

“simon?” his possessive nature kicks into overdrive, his brows finding a way to arch together. “who’s simon?”

“my trainer.” you say, like it’s obvious.

pedri’s jaw tightens at the mention of another guy. not like he thought he should have any authority over you after years of distance, but hearing about another man makes his blood boil a little.

“so you pay for a guy to, protect you? i can do that for free.”

a laugh escapes from you. it’s an unfamiliar feeling that you don’t experience often—real laughter. yet, somehow, pedri managed to do that twice this evening. “c’mon let’s be realistic here pedro.”

“i am being realistic,” he scoffs, faux offended. “i can fight—i’d fight.”

you tilt your head, almost teasingly. “you? throwing punches in public for me?”

“i’ve done it before,” he says, more seriously than before. “i’d throw punches anywhere for you.”

a smile graces your lips, as his eyes land there, more than a glance should allow, and you feel your breath hitch. through muscle memory, his forehead dips towards yours, your noses on the verge of brushing.

you can feel the heat of him, the hesitation, also the want.

his hands brace either side of your cheeks, then travels to cradle the back of your head; your lips part.

your eyes close, lips inches apart until—

“simon’s here, y/n!” your father rounds the corner and stops short, taking in the space between you.

you both jolt back instinctively: pedri steps back, his hands falling to his sides. your heart is hammering in your chest when you turn to see your dad stopping at the doorway, eyebrows lifted at the clear tension in the room.

“sorry. did i interrupt something?”

as if your reddened cheeks weren’t a huge giveaway, you smile like nothing were even remotely close in happening. “no you didn’t. i was just saying goodbye to him papá.”

he nods, stretching his jaw to try and remove the smirk daunting his lips. “well, simon’s here to take you to the airport. do you want him to come in?”

pedri answers for you. “i’ll walk her to the door.”

your father leaves with a smile—a knowing smile. at the mention of simon’s name, pedri’s mood is back to being foul again. his jaw stays locked and tense, lips shut, and eyes fixated on the path he only had to lead you to.

you glance sideways as you begin walking. “are you sure? you’d miss the party, you don’t have to walk me th—”

“i’m positive.”

pedri is a man of his word, you’ll give him credit for that. the walk was mildly awkward—as you expected it to be, because how do you fill the silence when your bodies were pressed up against eachother, lips inches apart and it gets interrupted by the call of, from pedri’s view, the guy he now hates the most?

at the front of the house, the doors open as simon is standing besides it, his arms loosely carrying the purse you brought here—your mom must of gave it to him.

pedri is swift notice, his expression irately switches sour.

“pedri, is it?” the blonde offers out his fist; there’s a evident smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, flickering between both of you.

you suddenly wonder how long simon’s actually been waiting—and if he ever intended to wait at all. a gnawing suspicion settles in your chest: did he know pedri would be here?

and if he did.. why didn’t he say anything?

“i’m simo—”

as if trying to chase him away, pedri kicks the door shut with the side of his foot, completely cutting of your bestfriends’ line of sight.

you almost gasp, reaching for the silver handle. “pedri! you can’t do that to him!”

but his hand finds yours, gently sweeping it away—soft, even now. despite the palpable anger coursing through his veins, the jealousy sharp in his ribs, he still handles you like glass.

“i just wanted to say goodbye to you,” he mumbles servilely, a lot softer. “without him staring.”

mockingly, you scoff. “how do you know if he’ll stare?”

“he looks like he would.”

you send a impish smack to his chest, rolling your eyes. if there’s one thing you surely do recall, and okay, sure, you do miss—is his natural tendency to mock other men, who dared to interact with you.

pedri’s boyish grin drops, replacing with a dejected frown. out of all the time he had tonight, it’s only now which he possesses the confidence to take your hand in his.

the brunette draws in a shaky breath, his voice faltering slightly. “if i asked you to stay, would you?”

your smile is blue. you knew coming back here, if only for a dozen hours, it meant departing soon enough. least of all, you didn’t expect to see any of his family again, let alone himself.

but now seeing him, makes hurt so much more

“i can’t pedri,” you murmur, shaking your head in solemn. “i would, but we both know i can’t.”

his head drops to the floor, biting at the inside of his cheek. yeah, he does know, but that doesn’t mean he’s ready.

“but i don’t want this to be a goodbye. i don’t wanna wait another six years.”

a dull, inveterate ache fills your chest.

“its not a goodbye, it never will be,” you agilely toy through his windswept hair as he leans into your touch, like he’s starved of it. “it’s just a see you later.”

his arms mould into your body, for a final time. maybe for a while, neither of you know—and tightly, like if he holds on long enough, maybe time will stop.

maybe you won’t have to leave.

his head nestles into the crevice of your neck, as he exhales, breathing the scent of you in. your head buries into his shoulder, hands curling lightly into his shirt.

but eventually, slowly, you have to break away. and it feels like your hearts’ breaking along the way.

you give him an innocent, lingering kiss to his cheek, one last soft smile that merely reaches your eyes and slip out the door—clicking shut.

pedri is left stood alone, the echo of your absence louder than the music bleeding through the thin walls. more significantly, the echo of your absence is back to being as loud as it were when you left the first time.

he glances at the grandfather clock in the hallway, ticking rather sluggishly above his head. the spaniard watches by, already counting down the minutes, the seconds, before fate brings you back together again.

the words loop in his mind like a heartbeat.

its just a see you later.

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dandysworldhcs · 5 months ago

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actually can i just req some silly finn hcs! our finn fictive Will judge them (politely). i have a lot of hcs and projections already but i wanna see more :3c

- tropical charms anon

(also might come back for more later on cuz i'm making a bit hc list project..)

hi !!

-the missing tooth is from a fishing accident. the fish was putting up a fight and once he was able to pull it out of the water it clocked him square in the face and knocked out a tooth. he also has a crack on his lip where the fish hit him. he thinks the whole situation was hilarious

-this is based off my design for him.his fish features have slight bioluminescent markings. its not enough to be like.a big noticeable glow like vee or astro or brightney.just little bits of glow similar to those glow in the dark stars.does this make sense

-he is posic. when he says barnaby willikers is more than just a toy fish to him he means it.thats his guy !! wether hes objectum or not is up to viewers interpretation -hes a very catch-and-release guy with his fishing which is why he gets a little frazzled when sprout talks about seafood.he forgets some people dont just.put the fish back in the water -this is based off a minicomic i saw that made me laugh, he has that specific trait where he can smell the chemical ants use to communicate. both him and shelly sometimes track down stray ants. like they could be talking and having the most important conversation of their lives but the moment they smell an ant theyre like.we gotta go find it.and its a bonding experience for them !! fun enrichment :-]

-he has a glass top that hes supposed to put on so he doesnt spill everywhere but he forgets to put it on almost every time -one of the walls in his room is a bigass fish tank but none of the fish are real. its all different types of toy fish like barnaby. he takes all the fish out once or twice a week to wind them up again and have them swim around in the tank

-surprisingly good at riddles. to him they're just "smarter puns". even rodger is surprised at his efficiency

-fluent in spanish, one time one of the kids that came to gardenview in a field trip didnt know much english and was Afraid and nobody knew how to help them and suddenly he pulled up like "hola !! soy finn, necesitas ayuda con algo ? te ves nerviosa. no te preocupes, estoy aqui para ayudarte <:] ". he de-escalated the situation beautifully and even the handlers were shocked. hes got a puertorican accent btw because i love projecting

-master at spinning things in his fingers.like yk how some people spin pens and stuff when theyre bored.yeah finn could spin that shit for hours at alarming speeds if given the time and if hes got nothing to do

thats all for now :-]

#🔒mod lockstep🐾#tropical charms anon #dandys world #dw #dandys world headcanon #headcanons #dw headcanon #headcanon #anon ask #ask #dandys world headcanons #dandys world finn #finn dandys world #dw finn #finn dw #finn the fishbowl

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loopscereal · 2 months ago

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Spaguetti de Mama, 15 días para la fiesta

El fondooo

jaja mucho más ligero que el de ayer verdad ? babdisb ok aqui vamos :)

no hay un monton de detalles por que hablar, podemos ver el la puerta de la habitacion de freddy ahi de fondo, tiene un mueble con un monton de recuerdos ahi al lado de su puerta, una planta con flores naranjas, una cortina naranja sobre la ventana de la puerta, uña matamoscas naranja, creo whe represento a marta con cierto color 🤔 no estoy seguro…🤔

Me gusto mucho como salio la pizza fnfjs ñam ñam ya quiero una igualita… bueno sin el salmon. pinches osos los odio snxjs jaja

Fred no tiene la chamarra puesta pero Freddy si, y pueden ver como se le va bajando las orejitas y colita, y como todo su lenguaje corporal esta mucho mas cerrado que en el dibujo anterior. Fred sigue nervioso con marta, pero la clase de nervios han cambiado… Cuando tenian como 5 en la anterior, nomas estaba algo shy con ella, pero ahora tiene esta mas ansioso…

Las cosas han cambiado desde ese momento donde el unico dolor de fred fue la reacion negativa a si dibujo y la unica preocupación de marta sobre su hijo fue un dibujo que la incomodó.

Fred ha aprendido que todo lo que hace, su comportamiento natural, toda su existencia, inquieta a Marta. Que no cabe cómodamente en su vida, en su familia, ha aprendido wuw cualquer cosita natural de el es algo abnormal y preocupante xq si forma de existir es. extraño. no deberia ser asi, no deveria estar ‘apegado a alguien mas’ asi no son las cosas normalmente. Pero tampoco quede wuedarse el ñas sombras wuere estar vivo quiere vivi y hacer cosas respirar, gozar, comer! asi que no piede evitar el crearle problemas a freddy a marta, no puede nomas quedarse callado! asi wue ahora esta consiente que las cosas que hace, preocupan, nomas por default. ha aprendido wue su existencia es lo preocupante asi que ahora sus nervios con marta son mas ansiosos, esta captando como es visto, y esta!!! ansioso! toene neevios no wuere una teacion negative wuere cominicar wue no es algo maligno que no es algo que debería causar preocupacion,

esta vez no causo esa reacion de miedo wue marta usualmente lo mira con, pero es xq ella estaba bajo la impresion que era Freddy. Fred quebra esa ilusion con declarar que el es el que esta oresente en el momento, y vera esa cara preocupada otra vez, pero en este molento solo es ina madre repochando a su hijo por despistado y impaciente,

uhmhmhmhn que mas.

freeeeeddy uh su lenguaje corporal es mas. cerrado.

podemos ver que sus orejitas y colora se van bajando, su personalidad ya va csmbiando de lo wue era en wl ultimo dibujo. ahi esyaba siper abierto, y ahora se va cerrando!

Se va convirtiendo en alguien más cerrado, nervioso, y antendo de los sentimeintos de su madre. Especialmente la preocupación evidente sobre Fred. Encima de eso, tienen como 10 años los niños, han entrado a la pubertad, y esta lidiando y los cambios de su cuerpo y la incomodidad que no entiende y parece que solo crece.

Se esta retirando, su personalidad que antes era más abierta y ruidosa se va apagando, y eso solo hace que el cambio de actitud cuando el y Fred intercambian control del cuerpo se haga más notable, más drástico.

ouoyo ok. no se que más agregar… segur que se me olvida algo pero ya dije lo que pude. person por piclicsr estas cosas tan tarde :( oh! y los speedpaints si van a ser parte de esto, nomas creo que tal bez hare un master post de todos en una publicacion o algo no tengo el tiempo para wstar haciend videos, aunque estenbsuper simples si toman su requerido tiempo y nomas no lo tengo ahorita 😔

OKAy bueno wueria agradecerles a loas wue estar participando, Choco, Pinkutacos, Pia, hracias hrscias por participar! los fubujos wue publicaron ayer son tan hermosos! es serio me sorprendieron!

amo a estos oendejos y me encanta ver como interpretaron los prompts y como los 3 hicieron algo muy profundo… me encanta berlo!!! wa!! hracias gracias gracies por participar nonse wue tan lejos llegarán pero aun si solo es un dia wue aportan, lo aprecio un MONTON!!! amo estos personajes y es lindo comparirlo y ver gente hacer cosas con profundidad visible… el cariño wasa no se esto se esta volviendo largo oops djxhsha ok hueno ese fue mi dibujo…

#fnafhs #fhs #mirrortwiinscountdown #freddy fnafhs #fred fnafhs #fnafhs freddy #fnafhs fred #fhs freddy #fhs fred #freddy fhs #fred fhs #mirrortwins #mirrortwinscountdown #cumples de cabezones #fnafhs marta #marta fhs #marta fnafhs #fhs marta

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ferrstappen · 1 year ago

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mónaco l Carlos Sainz

(a/n): this is a very short piece based on one of my favorite songs of all time which, by coincidence, is called Mónaco by Lagos and Danny Ocean. If you listen to it you can picture yourself having a summer romance with Carlos, true story. I'd love to dive deeper into it, but idk I just needed to get it out fast for some reason. hope you like it, feedback is always welcomed<3

summary: pero si algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco (but if there’s something left in us then it’s everything that happened in Monaco)

no sé si te acuerdes, de la vez que nos perdimos en septiembre

she'd never forget the warm september night when Carlos took her to the casino for the first time. He still wasn't very familiar with the principality and she was just a fleeting person for a couple of weeks, months, and he couldn't count on her of all people to know the streets of the heavenly Monaco.

As the flutes of Don Perignon continued to flow, he became more and more animated, trying his best to explain the intricate science behind poker and the true meaning behind each card. But despite his best efforts, she found herself unable to concentrate on his words. Instead, she was deeply lost in his eyes, taking in every detail of his sparkling hazel hue.

As she continued to stare, he finally noticed the piercing gaze, causing a warm flush to rise in his cheeks. A shy smile appeared on his lips, and she couldn't resist the urge to lean in and place a gentle kiss on them and when she pulled away, his smile grew wider making her fall deeper and deeper in this announced tragedy.

Everything was good until Carlos realized he was drunk, couldn't drive and didn't remember his address, eyes growing comically large as he came to terms that his alcohol-consumed brain really couldn't remember the name of his street, meaning someone had to drive him and his companion through the beautifully and carefully lit streets until one of you started to recognize his complex and as unusual and absurd of a situation they were in, she couldn't stop giggling as the streets kept passing by in a blur and watched Carlos still trying his best to remember.

tantas veces que tomé tres escalas para verte, creo que me acostumbré a tenerte como si no fuera a acabar.

her time in Monaco was over and Carlos' career in Toro Rosso was steadily climbing, he couldn't afford to take his mind off the track and she understood, she was willing to fly over just to see him.

but it started to fade away.

she was still willing to deal with three layovers to see Carlos, and his caramel eyes still sparkled when he saw her, but there was something missing, this wasn't like their late nights in strolling around Monaco, drinking cheap wine even if they could afford a way nicer bottle.

they weren't stupid, this wasn't meant to last any longer than a couple weeks in autumn, a simple memory, one of those people you can close your eyes and feel their scent, mind playing tricks that maybe if they closed their eyes long enough they might get a feel of the soft skin of each other, running her thumb through his cheek while he tried to fall asleep.

yo sé que para volver ya es tarde, y nuestro plan nunca fue quedarse, no sé si habrá una segunda parte, pero si hay algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco.

she stopped flying over, Carlos stopped asking her to spend the weekends off in his apartment, just the two of them

Both reminded themselves this wasn't meant to last, wasn't supposed to create one single string, but they both failed.

chances were, they would find each other again maybe on another holiday, another masters degree, PhD, Grand Prix; a part two, a proper goodbye to te September walks in heels she couldn't take off in order to not get a fine, pouting so Carlos would carry her on his back, as if they knew each other their entire lives.

it wasn't important now.

all they had left was what happened in Monaco.

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translations <3

no sé si te acuerdes, de la vez que nos perdimos en septiembre: i don't know if you remember about the time we got lost in September.

tantas veces que tomé tres escalas para verte, creo que me acostumbré a tenerte como si no fuera a acabar: so many times i took three layovers just to see you, I think I got used to having you as if it was never gonna end.

yo sé que para volver ya es tarde, y nuestro plan nunca fue quedarse, no sé si habrá una segunda parte, pero si hay algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco: i know it's too late to come back and staying wasn't our plan, i don't know if there's gonna be a second time, but if something's that's left in us is everything that happened in Monaco.

#carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz blurb #carlos sainz au #carlos sainz angst #f1 fluff #f1 fics #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you

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lizzie-wendigo · 2 months ago

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Redesign of my Mona Lisa in this AU! Also updated her info.

Extra facts about her:

Her real name is Monica Lish.

She used to be a human with a dream of becoming a respected scientist and winning a Nobel Prize. After being bitten by a ooezquito, she mutated into a Komodo dragon and fled her home

She adopted the alias "Mona Lisa" because she has a certain complex of forgetting her identity as she is now a "monster."

She's originally from a very rural area of Texas and grew up on a estate with her family.

She has a somewhat thick southern accent.

After being stung by the ooezquito, she ran away from home. By chance, she ended up in the Yokai World, in a Western-style town (I still don't have a name for it xD).

She can use many types of weapons, but she mainly uses bolas, an anti-magic lasso, and learned to master the mystical vines of Draxum. She mastered this skill after looting his abandoned laboratory, and it's her primary skill for fighting and working.

she can crawl, climb, and run on all fours. This gives her the ability to stealth and escape.

She has poison in her mouth. It's a very dangerous mutant poison that she only uses in emergencies. But she developed a cure in case she accidentally uses it, so she has her own antidote.

She's a great rival of Leatherhead (I'll show this in the future in my universe), since he is also a bounty hunter and they are direct competitors.

She has a moral and ethical code when it comes to work, so this is one of the main reasons for the mutual hatred between her and Leatherhead.

Raphael fell in love with her when he saw her being a tough and brave girl, although this doesn't prevent him from treating her and speaking to her like a lady (and she doesn't mind)

She spent a long time investigating the origin of the ooezquitos and the mutagen. After much research and attempts to reverse the mutagen, she discovered Draxum's identity. She identifies him as "The mad scientist who ruined her life."

After her discovery of Draxum and learning that he's related to Raphael, sadly, this greatly complicated their relationship.

At first, she didn't get along with Donnie, as he treated her like an ignoramus and didn't think she was that smart for being from the South and raised on a ranch. Mona shut him up, proving to be just as smart as him. From then on, they became very good friends and shared many topics of conversation, making Raph a little jealous.

Her essence is inspired by Bride from Creature Commandos

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Rediseño de mi Mona Lisa en este AU! Tambien actualizo su info

Datos extra sobre ella:

Su verdadero nombre es Monica Lish.

Ella solía ser una humana con un sueño de volverse una cientifica respetada y ganar un nobel. Después de ser picada por un Fuzzquito, ella mutó en un dragon de komodo y huyó de su hogar

Ella adopto el alias de "Mona Lisa" pues tiene un cierto complejo de olvidar su identidad al ser ahora un "monstruo"

Es originaria de una zona muy rural de texas, ella se crió en una asienda junto con su familia.

tiene un acento sureño algo marcado

después de la picadura del fuzzquito, ella huyo de su hogar, por azares del destino terminó en el mundo yokai, en una ciudad western al estilo viejo oeste (aun no tengo nombre para ello xD)

Con su seño frustrado de ser biologa, se dedico a ganarse la vida haciendo trabajos clandestinos como cazarecompenzas, espía y hasta guardaespaldas en la ciudad oculta y otros lugares

Puede usar muchos tipos de armas, pero principalmente usa boleadoras, un lazo anti magia y aprendío a dominar las raices misticas de draxum. Logró dominar esa habilidad después de saquear su laboratorio abandonado y es su principal habilidad para pelear y trabajar.

Puede arrastrarse, trepar y correr a cuatro patas. Esto le proporciona habilidad para el sigilo y huida

Tiene veneno en su boca. Es un veneno mutante muy peligroso que solo usa en casos de emergencia. Pero desarrollo una cura en caso de usarlo por accidente asi que ella tiene su propio antidoto

Es muy rival de Piel de billetera (lo mostrare en un futuro en mi universo) ya que el tambien es un caza recompenzas y son competencia directa.

Ella tiene un codigo moral y etico al momento de trabajar, así que esta es una de las rpincipales razones delsu odio mutuo entre ella y piel de billetera

Rafael se enamoró de ella al verla siendo una chica ruda y valiente, aunque esto no le impide tratarla y hablarle como una dama (y a ella no le molesta)

Pasó mucho tiempo investigando el origen de los ooezquitos y el mutageno. Después de muchas investigaciones e intentos de revertir el mutageno, descubrio la identidad de draxum. Y ella lo identifica como "El cientifico loco que arruinó su vida"

Tras su descubrimiento con draxum y saber que esta emparentado con rafael, tristemente esto complico mucho su relacion

Al principio no se llevaba bien con donnie, pues el la trataba como una ignorante y no pensaba que fuera tan lista por ser sureña y criarse en una hacienda. Mona le calló la boca demostrando ser tan inteligente como el. Desde entonces se volvieron muy buenos amigos y teniendo muchos temas de conversacion, volviendo un poco celoso a rafa

Su esencia esta inspirada en Bride de Creature Commandos

#lizzie-wendigo #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt mona lisa #tmnt mona lisa

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shunin-gumis · 1 year ago

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Nagi Hachinoya Novel

Essence of a Bouquet

Track 01 - Secret Energy that can attract Happiness

Please note that the novel contains some major spoilers in regards to Nagi's past that is revealed in L4mps main story before you read!

The dialogues do not actually state who is speaking, but I noted it anyways to make it easier to understand.

"Now, let us dive deep into the sea of memories…"

As if guided by the voice I hear from the podium, I close my eyes, and dive deep into the depths of my memories.

The earliest memory I have is that of my mother, the two of us having fun at a park.

The fresh and vibrant four-leaf clover.

The happy times, immediately followed by our separation at the laundromat.

The moment I learned that the scent of partings was the smell of fresh laundry.

'……'

I open my eyes.

'Why did you have to leave me behind…'

'I want to go back to that day, a day that should have been filled with happiness.'

In the corner of a special venue in mahorova, I look around and see the avatars all around me were in tears. I had already come to terms with what happened with my mother, so I didn't join them in their tears. But I could still understand their feelings very well.

If it were truly possible for me to return to that day, I would be willing to make any sacrifice. That's what it means to be 'sad'.

This was the orientation for beginners who want to join the "Society of Secret Energy to Attract Happiness". The gathering had around 30 members, and since everyone was in their anonymous avatars, there was no way to tell anyone's age nor gender.

The person talking at the podium was known as the Flower Princess, Master Hideko. She was the one responsible for leading this gathering. She had the avatar of an old woman in her sixties… but I had a feeling that's how she looks in real life as well.

Master Hideko looked around as everyone was crying, and with a solemn yet gentle expression on her face, she started speaking.

Hideko "Please, dry your tears. I am certain that you will all be able to return to those happy days once again. "Good fortune" is simply an energy that attracts happiness based on the principle of attunement wave function, in other words if you can access your "Secret Energy", you can-"

She was using a lot of technical terms, but it was very informative. I'm glad I attended.

After joining HAMA Tours, although I was late to the party, I started browsing videos on dazzle. Strangely enough, after a bit of searching, I found that my feed was full of videos that were related to luck.

One day, I asked Buchi-san about it while I was in the living room with him.

Nagi "Seeing all these videos on the topic of luck, I wonder if it's all the rage these days…"

He responded with-

Daniel "That's just the target algorithm doing it's job."

Nagi "Algo-huh?"

Daniel "I mean, it's because you keep watching those kinds of videos all the time- ah forget it. It's too much of a pain to explain."

Nagi "So what does it mean?"

Daniel "Yeah it's all the rage, but only in your phone."

-Is what he said.

I thought it was popular because it was effective, so I'd immediately applied to join the gathering.

I myself had a predisposition that made me attract bad luck proportional to the happiness that I receive. But rather than simply wanting to be happy for the sake of being happy, I wanted to be able to spread happiness through my flowers, which meant I had to be happy first.

Hideko "Say it together now, Secret Energy!!"

Master Hideko's voice grew louder. As if everyone was pulled by an invisible force, they all stood up together. I got up in a hurry as well.

"Secret Energy!"

"Secret Energy!!"

Before I knew it, everyone was chanting "Secret Energy" over and over while hugging the person next to them.

I see, this is the power of "Secret Energy".

Everyone was hugging the person next to them as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

In which case, the person next to me…

Black cat avatar "Secret Energy!"

When I looked over, a person with a black cat avatar was already waiting with their arms wide open.

Nagi "Secret Energy!"

That's why I returned the hug as well.

I don't think I've ever hugged anyone before, but now that I have, I could feel my heart being filled even in this virtual space.

I don't even know this person, and even if it's just through virtual avatars, this is not something that I'd experience normally. Is this one of the secrets to happiness?

As a matter of fact, the avatar in front of me seemed quite happy. There was something about it that made you feel a connection, beyond age, gender or even words.

Once again, Master Hideko's voice full of love washed over us.

Hideko "The next gathering will be for the intermediate level, so make sure you all do your assignments before you attend!"

Nagi "Phew… that was quite the passionate session."

I got a glimpse into ways of increasing happiness from a perspective that's different from mine. As I thought, it was good thing that I participated today.

Just as I was about to log out, I felt a tap on my shoulder-

Black cat avatar "Hello again! I just wanted to say, it was a really fulfilling time despite being a beginner's session."

It was the person with the black cat avatar.

Nagi "I agree. I'm looking forward to the next session."

Black cat avatar "Right!"

Since I felt like I shared in some happiness with this person, I couldn't help talk with them at that moment.

Apparently, he was a 35 year old male. Although I was one generation younger than him, he didn't mind at all and was very frank, all smiles.

Black cat avatar "I'm glad I got to meet someone I can get along with! Feel free to talk to me the next time you see me!"

Nagi "Yes, I will."

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 /Part 5

#hachinoya nagi #18trip #18trip translation #18TLip #Nagi Novel #my boy about to be dragged into a cult

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popawritter12 · 1 year ago

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Amo tus escritos! Estaba buscando algo así desde hace mucho.

Quería preguntarte- ¿A qué yanderes les importaría tu consentimiento y a quienes no?

Si te hace sentir incómodx escribir algo así, puedes ignorarme.

Author's note: Anon, ¿puedo decirte que te amo?

ADORO ESTA IDEA, Y SIEMPRE LA QUISE HACER PERO NO ENCONTRABA UN BUEN CONTEXTO, PERO ¿EL CONSENTIMIENTO? DIOS QUE BUENA IDEA.

/english: Anon, can I tell you that I love you?

I LOVE THIS IDEA, AND I ALWAYS WANTED TO DO IT BUT I DIDN'T FIND A GOOD CONTEXT, BUT CONSENT? GOD WHAT A GOOD IDEA.

Also, thank you so much for your very original request <3<3<3!!!

So, with your amazing idea, let me open a new series of posts that I have long needed to do.

It will be called

“In each situation, how would this Yandere react?”

In this case, let's start with 5 archetypes: -Is not interested in your consent. -It's important, but in an extreme case may not need it. -Thinks it is important only in sex. -Without your consent doesn't even touch you with a stick. -Does not understand what consent is

And, since you didn't specify which fandom, I'm going to list some of the ones I'm in! <3

Let's start with the soft.

Without your consent doesn't even touch you with a stick.

League of Legends

Alistar, Bardo, Blitzcrank, Braum, Ivern, Kalista, Kassadin, Maokai, Nautilus, Rakan, Shen, Soraka, Taric, Wukong, Yone, Karma.

Kengan Ashura

Yoshinari Karo, Haruo Kono, Jun Sekibayashi (<3<3), Mikazuchi Rei, Mokichi Robinson, Suekichi Kaneda, Agito Kanoh.

Stardew Valley

Krobus, Willy, Linus.

Team Fortress 2

Engineer.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Erina, Jonathan Joestar, Speedwagon, William Zeppelin.

Part 2: Smokey, Wamu.

Part 3: Joseph Joestar

Part 4: Tonio, Reimi Sugimoto, Koichi,

Part 5: Doppio.

Part 6: Foo Fighters

Part 7:Lucy Steel.

Demon Slayer

Ozaki, Genya, Nezuko, Mitsuri, Tanjiro, Gyutaro, Gyomei, Tamayo and Yushiro

TMNT: MM

Mikey (<3) April.

Mortal Kombat 1

Liu Kang, Geras, Smoke, Baraka, Asharh,

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

BladeWolf.

Thinks it is important only in sex

League of Legends

Akshan, Aphelios, Camille, Ekko, Ezreal, Darius, Hwei, Illaoi, K'sante, Leona, Nilah, Pantheon, Pyke, Riven, Ryze, Yoeick, Yasuo, Xhin Zhao, Sarah Fortune, Taliyah, Ornn, Tryndamere, Nami, Janna, Kai'sa, Kindred (sheep), Senna, Udyr, Varus, Garen, Lee Sin, Master Yi.

Kengan Ashura

Kaolan Wongsawat, Saw Paing Yoroizuka, Gensai Kuroki, Ryo Inaba, Seishu Akoya, Takeru Kiohzan, Jerry Tyson, Niko Tokita, Adam Dudley, Ren Nikaido, Takeshi Wakatsuki, Ryo Himuro, Marvelous Seki, and Ichiro Nakata.

Stardew Valley

Maru, Emily, Marnie, Sandy, Caroline, Harvey, Robin, Marlon, Rasmodius, Clint.

Team Fortress 2

Heavy, Scout, Soldier and Spy.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 2: Lisa Lisa, Joseph Joestar,

Part 3: Kakyoin, Avdol, N'doul, Mariah, Hol Horse.

Part 4: Shigechi, Jotaro, Okuyasu.

Part 5: Bucciarati, Giorno, Fugo, Risotto Nero, Pesci, Trish Una, Squalo, Tiziano

Part 6: Hermes, Weather Report.

Part 7. Gyro, Hot Pants, Funny Valentine, Pocoloco.

Demon Slayer

Giyu, Yorichi, Kyojuro, Urokodaki, Kanae, Kagaya Ubayashiki, Kanao, Muichiro, Obanai, Akaza, Sabito, Murata.

TMNT MM

Leonardo and Donatello.

Mortal Kombat 1

Kung Lao, Raiden, Syzoth, Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Sindel, Li Mei,

Metal Gear Rising

Armstrong, Boris, Sam, Raiden, Courtney, Kevin.

It is important, but in an extreme case could “forget” about it

League of Legends

Ahri, Akali, Azir, Caitlyn, Fiora, Irelia, Jarvan IV, Jayce, Kayle, Kayn, Morgana, Quinn, Rell, Sett, Shyvana, Sona, Swain, Sylas, Twisted Fate, Luxana, Vayne, Victor, Xayah, Zeri, Alune, Olaf, Seraphine, Ashe, Diana, Lucian, Nasus, Sivir, Talon.

Kengan Ashura

Cosmo Imai, Tokita Ohma, Muteba Gizenga, Sen Hatsumi, Naoya Ohkubo, Keizaro Sawada, Julius Reinhold, Sen Hatsumi,

Stardew Valley

Abigail, Alex, Elliot, Gunther, Haley, Leah, Kent, Jody, Penny, Sebastian, Sam and Shane.

Team Fortress 2

Demoman and Sniper.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Straizo.

Part 2: Stroheim, Esidisi. Caesar Zeppelin

Part 3: Polnareff, Jotaro, Vanilla Ice.

Part 4: Josuke, Yuya Fungami, Rohan,

Part 5: Mista, Ghiaccio, Narancia, Abaccio, Prosciutto.

Part 6: Anasui, Jolyne, Pucci.

Part 7: Dio, Jhonny Joestar.

Demon Slayer

Zenitsu, Kokushibo, Sanemi, Uzui, Daki, Shinjuro.

TMNTMM

Raphael.

Mortal Kombat 1

Kitana, Mileena, Kuai Liang and Rain.

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

Sundower, Moonson.

Is not interested in your consent

League of Legends

Aatrox, Bel'veth, Brand, Cassiopeia, Draven, Elise, Evelynn, Gangplank, Graves, Jhin, Katarina, KKhartus, Le Blanc, Lissandra, Mordekaiser, Nidalee, Quiyana, Renata Glasc, Renekton, Sejuani, Singed, Syndra, Thresh, Urgot, Vi, Virgo, Vladimir, Xerath, Zyra, Tham Kench, Malzahar.

Kengan Ashura

Karla Kure, Raian Kure, Setsuna Kiryu, Hajime Hanafusa and Yohei Bando.

Stardew Valley

Mr. Qi and Morris.

Team Fortress 2

Medic.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Dio .

Part 2: Kars.

Part 3: Dio, Mariah, D'Arby,

Part 4: Yoshikage Kira, Yukako, Akira Otoishi,

Part 5: Cioccolata, Melone, Formaggio, Illuso.

Demon Slayer

Douma, Enmu, Muzan, Shinobu, Gyokko, Hantengu, Sekido, Karaku, Urogi, Zobakuten, Uzami, Nakime and Kaigaku,

TMNTMM

(none)

Mortal Kombat 1

Bi Han, Shao Kang, Quan Chi, Shang Tsung, Nitara, Reiko and Havik.

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

Mistral

Don't know the concept of consent

League of Legends

Briar, Dr.Mundo, Galio, Gwen, Hecarim, Jinx, Lillia, Neeko, Orianna, Rek'sai, Rengar, Shaco, Sion, Skarner, Trundle, Vel'koz, Volibear, Warwick, Zac, Aurelion Sol.

Kengan Ashura

(none)

Stardew Valley

(none)

Team Fortress 2

(none)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 2: Santana.

Part 4: Mikitaka.

Part 5:Secco.

Demon Slayer

Inosuke,

TMNTMM

(none)

Mortal Kombat 1

(none)

CON ESTO TERMINAMOS

Fue hermoso, espero que les haya gustado leer esta pequeña lista salida d mi creatividad y del pedido de este anon ;)

/ english

WITH THIS WE END

It was beautiful, I hope you liked reading this little list from my creativity and this anon's request ;)

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dreamauri · 2 years ago

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ok but like- imagine sub Carlos tho.

Imagine.sub.carlos.

Him looking up at you through with those beautiful eyes of his through his pretty ass eyelashes LIKE- AWOOGA

♪ — 𝗚𝗢𝗗𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗡 𝗣𝗨𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 sub! carlos sainz jr. x girlfriend! reader (fluff) “. . . each achievement should be rewarded accordingly.”

( main master list | more of carlos sainz ) ( requests )

"Whatcha reading?" You looked up from your book, greeting your lover with a quick peck as he settled into the bed beside you. "Nothing much," You shrugged it off, snuggling closer to him to share needed warmth for the night. Carlos leaned his chin on your head watching you flip through the pages and read the words.

Soon enough you started to feel the hand wrapped around your hip squeeze, fingers drawing little circles. A moment after you could feel the soft kisses he pressed along your cheek down to your shoulder. It was clear as crystal, what he was asking from you. "I wanna sleep." You whined softly against his lips as he tilted your head to face him.

"But I won Singapore." Was the soft whine that came from him. His big ass cow eyes staring into your soul, like a puppy in love with its owner begging for a treat. His eyes were always your weakness, how could you say no to such Leonardo DaVinci craft? The two of you stared at each other, trying to convince your own opinion.

"I'll be quick." "Fuck it." You give in, tossing the hard cover aside and pulling your shirt off.

Carlos welcomed you on his lap, letting you undress him. His fingers danced along your back and waist, kissing you messily as you pulled his sweat pants and boxer shorts down. You loved the way moans vibrated in his throat as he dipped to leave soft kisses on your neck. A soft giggle left your own lips as you watched him look up at you with those big eyes, holding your hips and kissing under your chin.

You couldn’t help the smile that played on your lips as you played with the fluff on hair on his head. "You're so cute." You mumbled leaning down. His boxer shorts were pulled down with you getting comfortable between his thighs. Carlos looked down at you with a gulp. "Don't you dare close those big eyes of yours." He nodded quickly, bushing his fingers in his hair as he watched you.

He sucked in a breath, feeling warmth wrap around him. A strangled moan left his mouth as he watched himself disappear inside your lips. "Amore." [love] He whined, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. The sensation always sent jolts of ecstasy though his body.

An even louder moan left his body as he felt the vibration from your hum on his length, starting the countdown till the coil to his orgasm snaps. A tap to his hip reminded him that he was supposed to keep his eyes open But they felt to heavy, watching you do him like that. "Nunca había visto algo tan hermoso." [i've never seen anything so beautiful]

"You flatter me." You found yourself giggling. Carlos felt empty without you, cold. The warmth was quickly returned when you sand down on his length, straddling his lap. His hands were quicky to find your hips, guiding you as you rode him. "Look at you." You found yourself teasing, tracing his furrowed eyebrows. Carlos was too far off in wonderland, crashing his lips onto yours with a little too much force.

You found yourself giggling, tipping backwards on the bed and pulling Carlos down with you, him on top. He didn't hesitate to initiate the thrusts, pressing his forehead to yours. "Don't look at me, look at us." You pushed his face away gently. He knew what that meant, gulping as he watched himself disappear inside of you then reappear then disappear once more.

"I'm so close my love." He begged practically, accent think and muscles wrapped around you. Who ever thought such a big man would be this small. "Wait for me." You ordered, fingers finding the fluff on his head. Carlos shook his head quickly, telling you he couldn't wait.

"You don't want to make me mad now right?" He nodded quickly, letting you turn them over so he was on top. "Be a good boy then, amor."

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dreamwithlost · 1 year ago

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PASSIVO?

Jeno x Reader

Gênero: Friends to lovers, Br!Au

W.C: 1.4K

Avisos: Insinuação de sexo

ᏪNotas: Eu não lembro que dia foi, nem quem foi, mas só lembro de alguém brincando chamando o Jeno de "Passiva burra" ao reblogar uns gifs do Jaemin flertando com ele, e eu ri tanto desse comentário que ficou na minha mente (Se quem fez ele estiver lendo isso, pfv se manifeste) KSKSKKKKK e taram! Acabou virando uma onezinha em SP, então espero que gostem KKKKKKK Boa leitura, meus amores ❤️

— Nossa, mas cada vez que a gente sai você me leva para um lugar mais insalubre — Você brincou enquanto Jeno empurrava a porta enferrujada da entrada do hotel, e você dava a última tragada em seu cigarro, jogando a bituca no chão e pisando sobre a mesma.

— Para de reclamar, que esse aqui é incrível — O moreno retrucou com um sorriso digno de uma criança arteira, que logo se desfez enquanto ele abanava, de forma estabanada, a fumaça do tabaco que o vento trouxe para seu rosto, por mais que você tenha se virado para evitar isso — Insalubre é esse seu cigarro ai.

Você e Jeno costumavam procurar lugares abandonados por toda a capital de São Paulo para fazerem seus grafites, sempre andando para lá e para cá com suas bolsas repletas de sprays de tinta que tilintavam a cada passo. A verdade era que, apesar das pessoas sempre anunciarem construções assim como simplesmente "um novo ponto de drogas", elas não viam a realidade da situação, como aquele lugar poderia ser o único a abrigar uma família afastada da sociedade, ou como, mesmo em meio a destroços e à grama que crescia descontroladamente, poderia existir alguma beleza ali. Esse era o seu trabalho e o de sua dupla: trazer beleza para onde ninguém mais via, às escondidas. Era mais como uma resposta ao pedido de socorro de toda uma população: "Ei, não desista, você também pode brilhar novamente".

Vocês normalmente escolhiam lugares que não haviam sido descobertos ou usados como ponto fixo por mais ninguém, para que pudessem se divertir sem atrapalhar as pessoas e, claro, para que ninguém descobrisse suas verdadeiras identidades. Naquele dia, o Lee havia insistido para que você o seguisse, levando-a até um antigo hotel luxuoso de São Paulo, com arquitetura externa proveniente da Belle Époque brasileira, a vertente sul-americana do movimento francês, que antes, tão amada, agora muitas vezes era deixada de lado, já que as pessoas buscavam cada vez mais novidade e tecnologia.

Você não poderia negar que os primeiros andares do prédio estavam extremamente deteriorados, mas, à medida que Jeno insistia para que subissem um pouco mais, as coisas iam lentamente se modificando, como se o caos tivesse se cansado de subir aquelas inúmeras escadas.

— Meu Deus, não chega nunca — você reclamou, parando no meio de mais um lance de escadas, tão cansada quanto o caos.

— Só mais este — Jeno insistiu, indo para trás de você e lhe empurrando com as mãos em suas nas costas, incentivando-a a andar mais um pouco.

Quando, após muitos resmungos, vocês chegaram ao andar da suíte master do hotel e aquele par de portas foi aberto por seu amigo, seus olhos não puderam acreditar no que viram.

— Nossa — você murmurou, adentrando o quarto, ou na verdade, quase um mini apartamento.

Por incrível que pareça, a suíte estava incrivelmente conservada, destoando totalmente do resto da construção. Era como se, se você fechasse os olhos, pudesse imaginar os passos dados ali, alguma bela dama jogando seus vestidos para o alto enquanto o serviço de quarto vinha a seu encontro. Estava tudo bem empoeirado, isso era óbvio, mas, no geral, era...

— Incrível, né? — Jeno questionou vitorioso, parando à sua frente com as mãos na cintura, como um super-herói.

Você vagou pelo quarto, indo até a cama de casal após a sala principal, e olhou para o moreno, sorrindo travessa.

— Que que é isso, hein, Jeninho? Se queria ter algo comigo, pelo menos poderia ter escolhido um hotel em funcionamento — Você provocou, como de costume, e viu as bochechas de Jeno tornarem-se uma cópia perfeita das do Pikachu quando ele virou-se rapidamente para você.

Desde o dia em que sua amizade com Jeno se tornou extremamente forte, você se lembrava de provocá-lo, jogando flertes e cantadas ruins a cada oportunidade, apenas para vê-lo sem saber como reagir. Na primeira vez, você achou que ele tentaria alguma coisa, mas ao notar que tudo que tomava o seu corpo era o mais perfeito desespero, não pôde evitar de prosseguir com aquela brincadeira.

Por mais que... não fosse tão brincadeira assim.

A verdade era que você nunca possuíra alguém com quem pudesse realmente contar. Apesar de ter um número considerável de "amigos", sempre sentia a necessidade de se esconder, nunca podia contar como estava realmente se sentindo, nunca podia ser fraca. Afinal, quem gostaria de estar ao lado de alguém que passava vinte e quatro horas do dia em um completo vazio e tristeza que jamais se preenchia?

A única forma que encontrou de ser escutada era através de sua arte nas paredes, tão esquecidas quanto você. Até o dia em que conheceu Jeno, exatamente da forma que mais se sentia livre: grafitando. Jeno, diferente das demais pessoas ou colegas, havia entendido a sua arte, havia lhe abraçado, permitido que você chorasse em seu colo ao invés de forçar um sorriso. Ele lhe permitia ser você mesma, e essa amizade e conforto, pouco a pouco, foram se tornando um amor maior em seu peito.

Por mais que jamais pudesse lhe contar, não podia correr o risco de perder o seu melhor amigo.

— O quê? — Jeno exclamou de forma exacerbada, se aproximando — Para de graça — Pediu, colocando sua mochila sobre a cama para poder retirar as diversas tintas que havia trazido.

— Hm — Você murmurou, analisando o rapaz, tentando não perder a diversão daquele momento — Você é meio passivo, né?

— O quê? — O Lee novamente indagou, dessa vez mais alto, se endireitando rapidamente após aquele questionamento tão repentino.

— É, sabe, a pessoa que...

— Eu sei o que é ser passivo — o moreno lhe cortou, envergonhado.

Você não pôde evitar de gargalhar com aquela reação meiga.

— Viu? Então você é — Zombou, mostrando a língua para ele — Eu te dou tanta brecha e você nunca tentou nada, tem medo de mulher bonita.

— Eu só não quero ser desrespeitoso — ele confessou, trazendo, por algum motivo, uma seriedade maior para suas rotineiras provocações.

Seu coração não conseguiu separar a brincadeira da realidade e bateu mais forte por um momento.

— Você não seria desrespeitoso — você informou, tentando manter o tom descontraído.

Todavia, essa aura engraçada no ambiente pouco a pouco foi se afastando, a cada passo que Jeno dava em sua direção. Você, por instinto, deu alguns passos para trás, encostando na parede da cabeceira da cama quando o corpo de Jeno se aproximou mais do que deveria.

O rapaz agilmente colocou seus braços ao redor de sua cabeça, prendendo você entre ele e o papel de parede desgastado.

— O que foi? Ficou envergonhada agora? — Jeno sussurrou vendo seu rosto atingirem um nível novo de vermelhidão, e você se preocupou que o moreno pudesse até mesmo escutar seus batimentos cardíacos naquele momento.

O rosto do moreno se aproximou ainda mais do seu, sendo capaz até mesmo sentir o seu hálito amentolado exalando por seus lábios, o que lhe fez fechar os olhos, apreensiva. Mas então um sorriso se formou nos lábios do rapaz, um sorriso vitorioso, e logo seus braços lhe libertaram daquela gaiola, e o calor de seu corpo se afastou, para sua tristeza.

— Viu? Também sei brincar — Jeno zombou, mostrando a língua enquanto se distanciava — Agora você que é a...

Seu amigo não foi capaz de terminar aquela frase, não quando seu corpo voltou a grudar no dele, e seu desejo intenso começou a controlar seus movimentos, fazendo você entrelaçar seus dedos pelo pescoço do mais alto, erguer os calcanhares do chão e unir seus lábios, em um selinho demorado. Você não sabia o que estava fazendo, apenas sabia que não podia mais aguentar aquilo.

Você necessitava de Jeno, mais do que como amigo.

— Jeno, eu... — Você murmurou, um pouco arrependida após observar os olhos surpresos do moreno, e começou a lentamente retirar suas mãos de sua nuca.

O que não foi finalizado quando, rapidamente, sentiu as mãos do rapaz em sua cintura, garantindo que seu corpo não se afastaria, e aqueles lábios macios voltaram em busca dos seus, desta vez de forma ardente, pedindo passagem para a língua bailar junto à sua.

Suas mãos se emaranharam nas madeixas curtas, e suas unhas arranharam levemente sua nuca quando sentiu as mãos suaves de Jeno apertarem mais sua cintura, deslizando rapidamente até sua bunda para apertá-la, descendo até suas coxas, incentivando-a a saltar para seu colo. Você obedeceu ao pedido silencioso e foi erguida pelo rapaz, entrelaçando suas pernas na cintura dele, enquanto era levada, a passos lentos, até a pequena e luxuosa mesa de jantar na sala.

— Você sabia que tinha uma cama ali, né? — você separou penosamente seus lábios dos de seu amigo, rindo ao ser colocada sobre a mesa.

— Aí a nossa transa teria a participação dos fungos daquele lençol e da rinite.

— Tem razão — Você concordou, voltando a beijá-lo, e deslizou uma de suas mãos até o cós de sua calça, retirando de forma afobada o cinto de couro que segurava o tecido jeans — Vamos de mesa mesmo.

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