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Neil newbon characters x Latina Reader headcanons

Nikolai-He would dance with you to your favorite spanish music, especially at raves. Even though he probably doesn't know any of the words, he would still pull you against him as he watched you sway your hips back and forth. 

Seb- When he would stay over at your apartment, you would wake up early in the morning to cook him breakfast, consisting of different meals you used to eat when you were a child. The strong smell of spices and seasonings would wake him from his slumber, along with the loud burst of music coming from the kitchen. He would slowly walk in, yawning loudly and rubbing his eyes trying to wake himself up, when he would stop and smirk watching you singing and dancing to the music in your pj’s. You’d jump when he'd  put his arms around you and kiss the top of your head, trying to take a piece of bacon until you slapped his hand away with a wooden spoon.

Rob- He loved your cooking and would always love to watch you from the table as he listened to you hum to music and plan out the different recipes. One time he even tried to cook a meal himself but ended up burning the whole thing. You thought it was cute. 

Ernst- *This one is for my fellow Puerto Ricans* When he would take you to the other island for some alone time, almost like a date, you would gather Plantain fruits to make platanos for the both of you. At first he didn’t like the idea of a cooked “Banana” and how it looked. But after a while of pushing and begging, he was finally able to take a bite. Now he wants it all the time. 

Luke-  He has no privacy, which meant you didn’t either once you two started dating. Paparazzi would always be waiting outside the hotel or fans trying to barge into his room. One time, while you two were trying to go on a date. A whole bunch of fans and paparazzi swarmed around you both, almost feeling like you couldn’t breathe. Luke tried to hold you close but the stampede of fans kept trying to get his autograph. Finally, you snap and begin to shout in spanish, almost like your parents would when you would get in trouble. You pushed the crowd away and pulled Luke behind you. He thought it was hot. 

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NEW DRABBLE IDEA

I'm thinking of doing a drabble with Latino/Spanish reader with one of Neil's characters, but i'm having some trouble deciding. Comment which character would be best, and leave some headcanons if you have any. As a Latina myself, and from Puerto Rico, I would love to write some headcanons.

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Ernst Robinson x Fem Reader AU Part 2

“Poor girl. I couldn’t imagine a young one like her surviving in a place like this,” their mother whispers. “We supposed she must be from a previous shipwreck. But, I don’t think she has any memory of it,” replied Fritz. You stare out at the half sunken ship in the middle of the sea, feeling as if it’s history repeating itself. You, a young child, barely a teenager, washed up on this island with no memory, no knowledge, and just a large antique chest that had warped from water damage, along with a few pieces of wreckage from the ship that had washed up as well. It was a mystery though how you possibly survived. 

“Now sweetie, how long have you been here?”Their mother asked. “I don’t know…It’s hard to keep count after so long.”, “Well, do you know your age?” You shake your head in response. You knew you must have been around eight when you first washed up on the island, but with no calendar or watch you never really kept track of your age span. From the look of you though, you must have been about fourteen or fifteen, but who knows, you couldn’t even remember your own birthday if you wanted to. 

“They said you needed help…I could help you if you want.” You stutter with your words, still unsure if you should trust these people. “I say you only have a few days before that ship is gone. If you could try to collect supplies, I could help you survive.” “Yes, thank you. Boy’s come with me.” Ernst and Fritz go with their father to the ship to collect supplies while you stay back with their mother and sister. 

After a couple of hours, and a few trips back and forth from the ship, you were able to help them set up a small tent from some old wreckage and a large cloth, also starting up a fire for them to keep warm. It was strange. These people were different then you imagined, they were kind, sweet, and welcoming….a family. You forgot what that was like. 

You sigh and shake your head, you couldn’t get too soft around these people. “Thank you, for helping us today.” Ernst sits next to you, offering you a piece of fruit he collected from the ship earlier. You take the offering, but scoot away a little. “It’s a miracle you survived here for so long. How did you do it?” You stay silent for a moment until you finally respond. “Well, I didn’t do it alone.” Ernst turns his head in confusion. “When I first washed up, I had no memory of where I came from or how I got here. The only clues I had were an old chest engraved with a name, and…this.” You pull out a small gold locket from under your clothes, opening it showing an old baby photo that had slowly faded over the years. 

“I remember I cried that day. I was so young, and so clueless, I knew I wasn’t going to survive a night. In the beginning, I was just eating whatever I could find or reach. I was tired, weak, and always had to sleep on the beach because I was too afraid an animal would eat me.”

“That sounds terrifying,” Ernst said. “It was. Until, I met someone. An island folk. He was tall and dark and carried a spear on his back. I thought he would hurt me, but he didn’t seem to be bothered. He didn’t speak any English either. I remember following him everyday, watching as he caught and killed things for food, watching as he sharpened and mended his knives and spear.”

 “I then tried myself. Practicing everyday how to catch a fish without falling into the water or it slapping me in the face.” You and Ernst both chuckled. “After a while, I was able to adapt to the island and survive. I was able to build my place in the trees and hunt my own food. But soon, the man left, and I haven't seen him since.” 

“So, some mystery man you met one day helped you survive.” You nod in response. Ernst scoffed in disbelief. “I’m just surprised, girls are usually terrified and weak-” Ernst screeches as you begin to squeeze his hand with your strong grip, cutting his circulation. “OW! OW!, Okay, Okay!” Ernst gasps as you let go, watching as the color in his head turns back to normal. “I guess I was wrong.” He chuckled. 

You give him a small smile as you roll your eyes, taking another large chunk from the fruit, the juices running down the sides of your mouth. You didn’t really have any proper table manners.

*Thank you all for the love and support on my last post. I'm thinking of making this into a full fanfiction. If you have any other story ideas or headcanons my inbox is open 😊*

PART 1

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Ernst Robinson x fem reader AU

*this idea has been in my head for a while, ever since I re-watched barbie as the island princess. But, imagine Ernst having a relationship with an island girl and slowly falling for her*

You peaked through the damp forest trees, watching below as you spotted two cuertin creatures that walked and talked, like you. You slowly move up the tree branches, causing the leaves to russell. “Did you hear that?” You stop in place thinking they spotted you, until you hear the loud echoes of crunching twigs and low grunts coming from the bushes below. The two step closer towards the rustling sounds, until it stops…..”Run!” The loud grunt of a large boar emerges from the bushes, charging after the two. 

You quickly follow behind, still staying out of sight, watching as they both struggle to climb up a nearby tree, the boar almost nipping at their feet. You pierce your lips together and blow in the boar's direction, causing it to startle and run away into the large bushes, allowing the creatures to catch their breaths.

“Who’s there?”, one of them shouts. “Please, we're looking for our brother. We got shipwrecked and now we're stuck here…please help us!” You sigh and slowly emerge from the tree, lightly landing your bare feet on the cold wet ground. Not like you haven't gotten used to it by now, your feet were already covered in dirt, bruises, cuts, grime, and any other part of the forest you've explored that day. 

You keep your hand on your pocket sized knife you made from rock and yarn, not sure if you should trust these…People? “A girl.” A young boy, looked to be about 15, short messy hair, and now covered in dirt, slowly steps towards you, while you hesitantly take a step back. “It’s alright. We’re not going to hurt you. I’m Fritz…and this is my brother, Ernst.” You glance over at the other boy. He looked older, about 17 or so, taller, had slightly longer hair than the other, and had these piercing blue eyes. 

“Can you speak…English?” Fritz asked. You slowly nod, continuing to scan the boys up and down like a feral cat.“Could you help us? We're looking for…” As he tries to touch you, you quickly point your knife towards him, the tip barely piercing neck. “Wow…wow, wait…we're not looking for any trouble.”, Ernst said with a shaky voice. “We were in a shipwreck and…”, “Shipwreck?” you replied. “Yes, at the front of the island.” you remove your knife away from Fritz neck and look to the floor. 

It’s been years since you’ve seen another person, and from what he said reminded you how you got here in the first place. You sigh, “You said you needed help, right?”, they both nod. You didn’t know if you should trust these boys, but you had a gut feeling that something good might come out of this.

Both the boys stare at you as they proceed to lead the way, gazing at your unique attire. You wore an old white cloth that you wrapped around yourself and tucked into your sides. When you first washed up on the island you wore an old childs Victorian dress with ruffles all over, but over time the dress became damaged and mangled, and soon you started to grow out of it, to where you could barely fit it over your shoulders if you wanted to. Surprisingly, your hair was pretty neat and tidy, placed in a neat french braid ponytail tied back with vine . Of course, you had no shoes. as you grew out of those as well, so through the years you had just gotten used to being barefoot, and whatever you stepped on you’d just had to be lucky it wasn’t poisonous. “You think she’s from a previous shipwreck?” Ernst whispered. You couldn't properly remember the night of the wreck, but sometimes you could imagine bits and pieces here and there, but most of the time it was a haze. 

“Father! Mother!” Fritz shouted. “Fritz”, his mother called. “Where were you? You were supposed to stay on this side of the island!” His father shouts in a stern voice, his face almost turning red. “Yes, but father we found…a girl.”  They all look up at you, shocked to see a girl your age in this state, and surprisingly alive. “Oh my goodness.” Their mother takes her damp shawl and wraps it around you, trying to cover your body from the boys. You jolt away at first, confused why, you never really cared to notice the changes in your body, or even know what it was like to experience woman hood. So it was clear she was covering you so you would have some decency. “Where did you find her?”, “In the forest, she helped us get away from a boar,” “A boar!” their younger sister shouts. “Oh you poor thing. What’s your name sweetheart?” 

“My name is…is…Y/n.” 

PART 2!??

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not a day goes by where i don’t think about this. his sweet puppydog eyes🩷

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Neil Newbon in Reverb🩸 (1/?)

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I wrote this imagine to this writer a while back, and now I think I want too write a short blurb on this scenario. After seeing Ernst character in both parts I would just love to see him have some type of romantic relationship that first start out as a crush but becomes more over the years. I mean, Emily chose Fritz over Ernst and obviously left my man broken hearted. Now we need to give him an island girlfriend to make up for that.

*I used to watch Barbie as the island princess a lot as a kid, and this idea just popped in my head.*

Imagine you've been stranded on the island since you were little due to a ship reck you can't remember, and years later, after learning to survive and adapt to the island, you meet Ernst and his brother as they are running away from the boar from part 1. You feel a little shy at first, but soon you get used to them, since this is the first time in years you've seen another person. Through the years you help the Robinsons adapt to the island just like you did. Ernst would teach you about things like books and history. I also think he would take you somewhere private and play music for you with his flute. Soon you both would start to catch feelings for each other. *I also think Ernst would read on relationships since he probably doesn't know a lot about girls and romance*

This is adorable!

Also the tidbit about Ernst reading about relationships or romance in general is just too cute 😍 he really is a bookworm

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Dating Luke Davenport Headcanons

●I feel like at first he would be super bitchy towards you, but once you started being bitchy back I feel he would start to have a soft spot for you. 

●Hates it when other guys stare at you. Wouldn't say anything, but give them a cold death stare from across the room.

●Loves to see you in his jerseys. He likes how it looks overly sized on you, and would always want you to wear it to bed. 

●While he's out on the field he’ll quickly jog over to you and snatch a kiss, desperately wanting it to last longer before he's called back. 

●Will buy you anything you want. Dresses, jewelry, bags, shoes.You’ll try to tell him he doesn’t have too but he’ll still pay for it no matter the cost.

●Sometimes, instead of having lunch in the lunchroom, he’ll take you out to a nice cafe or restaurant, just wanting some time for the both of you.

●He has no privacy. Especially after you two got together, more and more paparazzi started to show. When they would crowd you and ask you questions, you would start to feel uncomfortable. Luke would obviously notice and quickly pull you against him, pushing away the crowd as he tried to get you away. 

●Would take you to the club and show you off. He would even tease you a little and pull you into his lap while he kissed you. He didn’t give a f*ck if people were watching.

●After he won a game, he would instantly run over to your seat, picking you up and spinning you while he gave you a passionate kiss.

 ●He’ll sneak you into the locker room while it’s empty so you both could make out.

● He’ll take you on small drives in his car. Speeding down the road as he watches the wind blow back your hair.

*This was my first time writing. How did I do? What character should I do next?*

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Neil Newbon in Reverb 🎞 (2/?)

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Neil Newbon in Extinction (2014)

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Made this just cuz.....ENJOY!

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(Info)

Hi, I'm new to the writing platform and I've been apart of the neilnewbon community for the past couple of months. I want to start writing headcanons and short stories for some of his characters but I don't know where to start. 🤷‍♀️

My inbox is open for ideas and headcanons for his characters😊

Don't write anything to hardcore or filthy, just a little smut and spice.

MINORS DNI 🔞

(CHARACTERS)

•Nikolai - Beyond the Rave

•Luke Davenport - Dream Team

•Captain Hook - Kia Commercial

•Seb - As if

•Ernst Robinson - Stranded

• Mark Griffin - Reverb

•Father Anthony - Casualty

•Richard - Later

•Rob - Extinction

•Quinten Quist - The discovery of heaven

(WILL NOT WRITE⚠️)

•Self harm/Su!c!dal thoughts

•Dom!reader/Pegging

•Religion kink

•Neil Newbon himself (The man is married)

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Nothing just Luke Davenport sucking on your tits while rambling that he's gonna kill Stuart for benching him even though he's the one with the sprained ankle and him shoving his fingers your pussy every time you bring up his injury

“i’m going to fucking kill him.”

“luke–!”

this boy is going to kill you. he’s going to be the end of you and it’s inherently stuarts fault.

laid on your back in bed with luke, an arm looped around him and hand tangled in his messy hair, he’s got you trapped. he’s had his mouth on your tits for the last half hour, sucking and drooling all over them, hickies of various size covering them. your nipples are a pretty red color and sensitive to just even the a/c air in the hotel room, slick with drool as he’s still sucking at them.

you’re naked, of course, his hand between your thighs, fingertips teasing your entrance that’s so soaked you’d think he had eaten you out beforehand.

his ankle is wrapped, resting on a little bag of ice wrapped in a towel as he lays on his side, half covering your body like he just can’t get enough.

“stop whining.” his tone is bratty, he’s not gonna be satisfied until he’s fully done. his lips suckle on your nipple closest to him again, making your grasp tighten on his hair which is turn has him moaning.

“sto– oh god, luke ‘m sensitive!”

“and i’m not done.” he flattens his tongue after biting you, soothing the pain whilst simultaneously pushing a finger into you. your back arches, heart pounding as your hips cant up to meet his hand with a moan, that he interrupts by continuing to speak, “how does he seriously think it’s gonna work out this weekend? that they’ll be ready without me?” he’s so pissed, at everything.

“luke– oh, you’re the one with- mmm!”

his finger pulls out and suddenly they’re smacking down onto your clit, making you cry out with a moan as he detaches his sloppy kiss off your nipple again, “what’s that?” so full of attitude.

you whine, head tossed back against the pillows, hips grinding up for more friction as he slaps his hand down again onto your pussy again, harder, “fuck–! you-“ your hand tightens in his hair to conbat the brattiness he’s displaying, desperate to have some control. “you’re the one with the sprained ankle.” it comes out whiny, interrupted by a few moans.

luke rolls his eyes, grumbling something incoherent around your nipple, tongue flicking over the peak, fingers sliding back down to push two in this time, finding a slow pace and curling his fingers. they’re long, reaching so deep, his thumb haphazardly grazing over your clit, swollen with need. “you’re such a– such a brat,” you whine again, fucking down onto his hand, a lewd slick sound coming from your body with every thrust of his hips. he moans against your tit, pulling back to breathe and then he has the audacity to spit on your nipple.

“shut up.” so sassy, as he reattaches his mouth to the over sensitive nipple, which makes your grasp on his hair tighten that much more. he whines a bit, brows furrowing up, his fingers thrusting faster inside you. his eyes flutter, looking up at your face as you jostle his head around to make him pull off. luke pants, lips parted, drool dripping from his lower lip onto your already wet skin, so fucking messy.

“stop being such a bitch, you’re the one hurt.” you retort, gasping, craning your neck up as you try to sit up at your other elbow. his cheeks flush hot, eyes scanning over your face, and he retaliates by thrusting harder, pausing only to slip another one in, making it three, the stretch burning in the best way.

he cranes his head up and his wet lips find your neck, covering the sensitive skin with open mouthed kisses as he moans, suddenly not as interested in talking about stuart, “please cum– please,” now he wants to be nice?

if only he wasn’t injured, he’d surely be bent over your lap by now.