#alright idiota

[starrynights-sunnyskies]

as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa x putellas!reader, social media au, (9/-)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

fic: coming

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yourusername: last week ☀️ Liked by bff2, sofie.svava, albaps9 and 983 others

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marisabel_rguez I miss you. liked by yourusername ↳ bff2 And we miss you!! liked by yourusername ↳ marisabel_rguez 😊 ↳ yourusername I miss you more. ↳ marisabel_rguez ☺️

alexiaputellas Missing you. ↳ yourusername alright, copycat 🖤 ↳ alexiaputellas But I do!!! ↳ yourusername 😘

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tagged: alexiaputellas, jennihermoso marisabel_rguez: Family and friends 🤩 Liked by alexiaputellas, yourusername, sofiajakobsson and 12,499 others

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jennihermoso Puta, am I not family too? 🤪

alexiaputellas ❤️

yourusername oh my god, i love you sm 🥺 ↳ jennihermoso I know they're stealing the show for you, but that's including me, right? ↳ yourusername always 🤍

albaps9 hey now, not so fast, you have to put a ring on it first before we're family 🤣 ↳ bff1 good to know you're at least consistent with your rules ↳ albaps9 oh hey, it's our deranged cousin again

username1 FAMILY????? ↳ username2 yeah, misa, explain pls 🧐 ↳ username3 you don't think they... ↳ username4 😲

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tagged: marisabel_rguez alexiaputellas: Familia 🌼 Liked by yourusername, christenpress, bff1 and 49,987 others

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username1 extended family? 💍👀

yourusername brb making this my lockscreen wtf 😭

jennihermoso Team 😎

marisabel_rguez 😊 ↳ alexiaputellas 🤩

albaps9 never thought i'd see the day ↳ yourusername 🙄

username2 sisters in law....when? 👉👈

sefutbolfem Equipo 🇪🇸 ↳ yourusername be gone 😡 liked by 273 otheres

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Groupchat

you this idiota accidentally bought us tickets for the newest paw patrol film

bff2 This is exactly what I meant with zero braincells

bff3 You say accidentally but you can't convince me jajaja

bff1 race to the rescue! 🐶🚓

bff2 Wait, please tell me you're not still watching it...

you 😶

you wellllll, we're watching until our actual film starts and we can go into that theatre so PLS keep me company until then bc she's fully invested in the film now

bff1 ryder and his team of pups will come and save the day!! 🚓

bff2 Oh god 😂😫

bff3 At least I know my baby would have a good time being babysat by you two!

you aw i can't wait until that day 🥺

bff1 that's exactly why we're practising now! trying to sus out what's a nice movie to put on for them, ya know? so hurry up and make us PAWsome aunties

bff2 😂

bff3 You might not have to wait long! ☺️

you ○○○

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bff2 ○○○

you WHAT DO YOU MEAN

bff2 Uhhhh WHAT??

bff3 Surprise? 😅

you WHAT DO YOU MEEEEAN?!!!!!

bff2 ARE YOU SERIOUS 😭😱

bff3 Yup... baby coming soon 😊❤️

bff1 we're going to be aunties? 😢

bff3 I hope so! But please don't fight over who gets godmother rights 😇

bff2 Congratulations you two!!!!!!!! 😭😘❤️

bff1 okay, but it will be me, right?

bff1 kidding, congratulations OMGGGGGGGGG 😍😍😍😍

bff2 Can we come over tonight to properly congratulate you? ❤️

bff2 Also, is Y/N still here? 😅

bff1 she's crying and our popcorn is all over the floor 🤣

you omg i'm so happy for you two im overwhelmed om im soo sorry liuu screw this film im coming over right now wtf why did you drop a bomb like that through TEXTSS im nOT OKAY !!!!!!

bff1 heck no you aren't, i paid already 😡

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bff1 sigh she won, we're in the car.

you SEE YOU SOON. I LOVE YOU.

you SO MUCH!

you 😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖

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yourusername: city trip with olga 👯‍♀️ Liked by alexiaputellas, leahwilliamsonn, leilaouahabi and 3,113 others

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alexiaputellas Have fun and keep each other safe, por favor. Miss you 😘

bff1 remember to look right-left-right when crossing the street!!! ↳ albaps9 i second that. pls don't die in london bc after brexit, it'll be hell to ship your body back to spain ↳ bff1 how much do you think she'll cost to ship or do you think we should just let them keep her ↳ marisabel_rguez She has a heart of gold, so a lot of money, but can you girls maybe not worry me further? 😅

bff1 yeah because the wag life must be SO exhausting 😬

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Text Messages

you hey chula, i have a question. m 💌 Yes, I'd carry you around if you were a severed head. We've gone over this. 😆 you sweet! but i can't decide on something. can i send you a photo? m 💌 Princesa, I swear to god, if it's another one of those photos that'll drive me insane, I'll choke you. you oh you i wasn't going to but i now might m 💌 Noted...but okay, send me. you black or red? m 💌 YN... I swear 👀 you black or red? 😠 you sent a photo open ▼

m 💌 Oh phew they're just dresses jajaja m 💌 Hmmm... well you know what I think of you in black, but I'd love you in both 😉 m 💌 Why? What are you up to? you picking my ballon d'or dress for next week! you but ugh misa that doesn't help me m 💌 Ohh right! 😂😅 m 💌 For the record, I'd have said red if you were talking about lingerie. you ○○○ you ○○○ you great minds think alike you sent a photo open ▼

[spicy photo attached, use your imagination, teehee]

m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 YN?!? m 💌 Ale's sat beside me in the bus, dios mio m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 Fuck, you're beautiful. Amor, I love you but please!!!! m 💌 ○○○ you 😇 m 💌 😐 you oh, so are you scared of my sister now? m 💌 No. you of how she'll react when she realises the thoughts you're having about me? you because you are having those, no? m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 I am... you well i've been having thoughts about you too. you all day now m 💌 Go on. Delivered m 💌 Querida? you ○○○ you wait sorry, i have to run! m 💌 Fuck, YN, you're a menace, you know that? 😩 Delivered m 💌 And she's gone 😅 Delivered

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Direct Messages

marisabel_rguez You went with black? yourusername yep, just for you 😊 yourusername (so you'll have something to fantasise about when the award show gets boring) marisabel_rguez You like doing this to me, don't you? yourusername i thought you did too marisabel_rguez I did, until you kept it going for an entire week in which I couldn't see you... yourusername oh! no! 😱! whatever will you do to me now! 🤭! marisabel_rguez Well, nothing, not anymore. And seeing as I'm currently on the train to Barca to stay with you for the weekend, that sounds like a problem for you. yourusername sorry 🥺🥺🥺🥺 marisabel_rguez Too late. yourusername fine. then maybe it will become a problem for you too because i don't think i will stop teasing. how sad for you that nothing will come out of it 💔 marisabel_rguez Always a menace, aren't you? yourusername 😇 marisabel_rguez Never change, my love.

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yourusername: my hero, my big sister. finally, after everything. it was a nervewracking night, but we had a little help from above. Liked by albaps9, alexiaputellas, marisabel_rguez and 12,389 others

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judebellingham Congrats Alexia! And lovely meeting you, YN! liked by 193 others ↳ username1 👀 ↳ username2 eh, please no? 😰

albaps9 ❤️

alexiaputellas I love you.

marisabel_rguez We screamed so loud when she won! ↳ bff3 I'm pretty sure they could have heard us in France if they tried!! ↳ yourusername 🥺 ↳ bff2 Congrats Alexiaaa! ↳ marisabel_rguez Award to the most beautiful girl in the audience went to you btw! 😁 ↳ albaps9 oh oh oh! what award did i get? ↳ yourusername the most annoying girl in the audience 🤣 liked by bff1

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alexiaputellas: All that matters 🖤 (pretend you're on here again 😔) Liked by albaps9, samanthakerr20, tobinheath and 139,319 others

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albaps9 I LOVE YOU 😊

bff2 Yaaaaay, Alexia!!!

janafernandez3 😍

bff1 still my adoptive family ↳ albaps9 ..... fine. but only bc i'm in a good mood today ↳ bff1 oh... are you? 🤭 ↳ albaps9 not like that, dipshit 🤢 ↳ username1 ✨ i don't care, i ship it ✨ ↳ albaps9 🤢 ↳ bff1 🤢

username1 😍😍😍

username2 YES ALEXIA!!!

yourusername t'estimo 🥺

username3 So well deserved 🥺

username4 finally getting the recognition!! 👏

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marisabel_rguez: Proud of you! Liked by yourusername, bff2, leilaouahabi and 19,539 others

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sofie.svava Is it as heavy as it looks? ↳ marisabel_rguez I don't know, she only let me touch it for five seconds, not hold it 😪 ↳ alexiaputellas How are you complaining when my sister is yours to hold as you please? ↳ marisabel_rguez 🤐 ↳ alexiaputellas I thought so! 😜

bff1 togeeeether, foreeeever ↳ albaps9 we're misa, and alexia ↳ yourusername ✨best friends! ✨ ↳ username1 the linda and heather meme? stop 😂 ↳ username2 im living for them taking the piss out of ale and misa 🤣

username3 we've come a looooooong waaaaay

username4 can someone edit this cute picture next to the pk pic 🤣

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albaps9 I love how misa has just accepted you're all a package deal yourusername uhhh it's the other way around, if they want me, they get misa too 🥺 liked

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yourusername: house cooling party! saying goodbye in style. thank you for making me feel home on the best and worst days of my life. Liked by bff1, albaps9, marisabel_rguez and 1,893 others

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alexiaputellas It was a fun night 😁

username1 wait, leaving? to where 👀 ↳ username2 Madrid, duh ↳ username1 you think so? ↳ username2 Where else? 😅

bff3 Finally found use again for that karaoke machine again, hm? ↳ yourusername and i'm sure the neighbours loved it too!

bff1 goodbye to my second home. i won't forget you 💔 ↳ bff2 And I'm sure it won't forget you either 🤣

albaps9 HOUSE cooling party? pffff your flat's the size of a shoebox ↳ yourusername WAS. i'm upgrading 😌

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yourusername: bye barcelona 🥺 Liked by marialeonn16, bff2, janafernandez3 and 1,893 others

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marialeonn16 Bye tiny laelia, we'll miss you!

alexiaputellas ❤️☹️

bff1 i'm honestly heartbroken and it's not even sarcastic this time ↳ bff2 Sigh, me too 😕 ↳ yourusername no please don't say that. i've already stalled packing my last few things 😔 ↳ bff3 Can we come over? ↳ bff1 yes please, can we? ↳ yourusername please!!! and never forget that my door will always be open for you guys, no matter where i live 😞

username1 but hello madrid? 👀 liked by 21 others

albaps9 still in denial but oh well, little sisters have to spread their wings and leave the nest some day i suppose. going to miss being able to show up at random times for sleepovers with you. ↳ yourusername alba 😔

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Text Messages

Alexia Hey Misa. We spoke about this already, but I just want to say it one last time. I wish you and Y/N all the best together in Madrid, you're part of our family and I love you for how you love her. And I know you know this and will do this, but please take care of our laelia. Please. She's always been our entire world and I'm still a little reluctant letting her go where I cannot be there for her. But I know she has you now, which is the next best thing 😉But truly, I trust you with her. I know we've come a long way when it comes to that, but I speak the truth when I say that I am so grateful that it's you who has her heart. Don't be hard on each other when things get a little difficult in the beginning. You both haven't lived with someone for a while, so it will take some time to adjust to each other, no matter how much you love one another. But if anyone can do it, it's you two. It feels a little silly that I'm hurting so bad, but that kind of also means you're the right person for my sister. Because if you weren't, I wouldn't be hurting that hard, because I'd know she'll come back to us eventually. I'm not so sure that's the case this time. You've got her heart now, and like it or not, I don't think you'll ever get rid of her even if you wanted to jaja. She really loves you, Misa. She's never loved someone so hard. I can see that what you have is forever, even if it's only been a year. I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough for what you've done for her, the way you love her and did so even when she needed time. Your patience, respect and gentleness with her has earned you our love and respect. I guess I also kind of want to apologise again for what I whispered into your ear all those months ago after the PK. Because you're family. Vale? You are. Never forget.

Misa Hey. Thank you for telling me all of this, and for trusting me to take care of her. I know how close you all are and I actually feel really terrible for plucking her away from you, from her familiarities and her routines and her people. I know it was her own decision and that she really wants this, despite feeling a little torn too. If I could, I would have us live closer to you all. I know how lucky I am with her loving me so much that she wants to make a lot of sacrifices for me, but I also can't help but feel really bad about it. She's starting all over again and that can be scary, but I'm going to make sure that she feels at home and safe and loved over here, I promise you. That she'll settle in quickly and that she will never forget she's my world. That she doesn't feel like she made all those sacrifices in vain. You can trust me that I'll keep to my promise, Alexia. She's my entire world, and I have loved her for longer than I even realised myself. I know it might be a little challenging at first, but after the obstacles we went through together, I know this will only be a small bump. I'll make sure to schedule regular visits to Barca, even if our schedules get a little busy. I don't want to come in between the bond she has with you and her friends. I would never want to take that away from her, which is why I feel so guilty that I'm indirectly kind of doing exactly that. I actually wanted to pass up on the place we found and wait with looking for anything until after the world cup, so that she wouldn't already be by herself right away. But she insisted and I have to agree, it's the perfect place for us. I think her friends are planning to stay some weekends with her while we're in Australia, so that does ease my mind. And you're also always welcome to stay and visit us, Alexia. Actually, I'd love if you could come over for a few days during our time off after the world cup. I think she'd really appreciate it. Just keep it a surprise, for now? Anyway, I have to go back to painting the next layer in the living room so all the painting is done when she arrives, jaja! She gave me clear instructions which colours to use and where. She got really serious about it and it made me love her even more. But thank you, Alexia. You mean a lot to me. I will forever cherish you and your sister. I promise you.

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tagged: marisabel_rguez yourusername: one. Liked by marisabel_rguez, begovargas, bff3 and 1,837 others

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salmaparalluelo We KNEW it was the same person!!!! ↳ ona.battle Up top! 🙏

marisabel_rguez Time flies when you're having fun 😱 liked by yourusername ↳ yourusername it sure does! 😊

ingridengen Congratulations, sweetie!

username1 brb sending flowers to my crush if this is the end result

bff1 eyo ❤️

alexiaputellas Happy one year, you two 🌼 liked by marisabel_rguez

janafernandez3 Aaaaah 😭

username3 IS NO ONE SEEING THE TAG ON THE LAST SLIDE?>>> HELLO??? ↳ username4 HOOOOOLY FUCK ↳ username5 😱😱😱 ↳ username6 quick someone screenshot before it's gone again 😅

aitanabonmati 🎉🌼

jennihermoso Congrats, tiny ❤️

albaps9 you can make me feel single all you want today 😘

leilaouahabi 😍

patri8guijarro felicidades!!!

username1 THE MYSTERY IS SOLVED! ↳ username2 only officially, bc im pretty sure we all already knew who sent the flowers lol

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marisabel_rguez: uno. Liked by alexiaputellas, sofie.svava, bff1 and 34,635 others

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yourusername thank you for the flowers, my sweet friend 😘 ↳ marisabel_rguez The couch is yours tonight. liked by alexiaputellas

bff1 what does a card game have to do with yn ↳ yourusername i have no CLUEdo you??

albaps9 😊

username1 HARD LAUNCH?? ↳ username2 HARD LAUNCH!!!! ↳ username3 I COULD CRY AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW THEM ↳ username4 as if we haven't seen them flirt, interact and post secretive pics of each other for over a year 🤭

username5 i love how they're so casual about it lol

username6 Aww yessss congrats 😭

sofie.svava yeeeeeeeehaaaa ❤️

claudiaapina 😍👏

alexiaputellas 😘

jennihermoso Cat's out of the bag!! 😝💖

bff2 Happy one year, lovelies!

mariona8co 😁🎉

marialeonn16 FINALLY

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a/n: choose a flower of your liking, hope it'll cheer you up! 🌼🌻🌷🌺

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Hello! I apologize if you don’t take requests btw but if you do , do you think you can write head cannons of what the papas would do for their s/o with Covid when you can? <3(I totally didn’t js find out that I had Covid 😀) again super sorry if u don’t take requests!🖤

Hey! I hope you are feeling much much better. Apologies this took a bit to finish. I ended up getting Covid last week myself so clearly karma got me for taking too long xD. This did end up being more for readers that are just kind of sick in general but I hope you still enjoy the little drabble I did for each Papa 💙

Warnings: short and sweet, pretty fluffy and fairly silly, there are some suggestive comments but these are mostly sfw, readers are all gender neutral, not beta read so pls ignore any mistakes

Mayo Rub ~ Primo x GN!Reader

“Are you going to be grumpy about this the whole time I’m sick?”  Primo scoffed and continued to aggressively turn the pages in his gardening magazine.  “Well?”

“You are mistaken, I’m not grumpy about anything.”

“Then why are you pouting over pictures of tulips?”

“They’re not tuli–”  Primo stopped abruptly, roughly closing his magazine and getting up from the couch.  When he glanced over your way you raised an eyebrow at him.  “They’re lilies.”

“Fine, lilies.”  You took a moment to cough into your elbow, knowing that he was now frowning because it had been getting progressively worse as the day had worn on.  “But you admit that you’re pouting.”

“Why must you be so difficult?”  When you couldn’t answer right away due to another coughing fit he wandered over to the bed, wringing his hands with worry.  “Fogliolina, I’m only trying to help.”

He was ready with your bottle of water when you were able to look up, meeting his concerned gaze sheepishly.  With a shrug you took the bottle from him, taking a deep drink to try and soothe your throat before attempting to answer.

“The store bought stuff is working fine.”  You ignored his muttered ‘clearly’ and pressed on,  “Look I just don’t buy into the…you know.”  Primo raised his eyebrow as you wiggled the fingers of one hand in his direction.  “Plant magic.”

“It’s not magic, my little leaf.”  The unspoken ‘idiota’ hung between you but you decided to be gracious and ignore it.  “They are natural remedies that have been used for hundreds, no, thousands of years!”

“Fine.  If I let you work some of your plant magic will you stop pouting?”

“It’s not–”  He took a deep breath, blowing it slowly out through his nose before continuing.  “SÍ, I will stop pouting.”

“Alright then, have at it.”  Primo gave you a pleased smile before leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead.  He was frowning when he pulled away, bringing his hand up to press against the warm skin his lips just touched.  When he muttered something under his breath in Italian and turned away you grabbed at the sleeve of his sweater and tugged him back.  “Fogliolina?”

“Just promise not to rub mayonnaise or whatever on my chest.”

“Che cazzo?  Why wou–nevermind.”  

You had to bite your lip to stop from laughing at the impressively annoyed look on his face.  He took a deep breath before shooting you a look that usually either predicated a lecture or him demanding you remove your clothes.  Unfortunately you knew that right now it meant the former.  You decided to go easy on the man that was about to work his…whatever on you.

“I love you Primo.”

“As you should.”  The both of you shared a smile before he clapped his hands together and turned back to head out the bedroom door.  “Sit tight fogliolina, I’ll be back with the mayonnaise in just a few moments.”

Your laughter quickly brought on another coughing fit but you waved him away when he looked back at you.  

“Go!  Get your potions old man, I’ll still be here.”

“I’m going to make sure of it, my little leaf, don’t you worry.”

Secret Ingredient ~ Secondo x GN!Reader

“Is it salt?”

You hid your face in the neck of the sweater you had borrowed.  The fabric was soft and warm, with the bonus of smelling like the man it belonged to.  Secondo let out an aggrieved sigh from where he was standing over the stove before turning around with an eyebrow raised.

“Salt?  Really?” 

“Fancy salt?”

“SÌ, the secret ingredient of the chicken noodle soup recipe passed down through my mother’s family for generations is fancy salt.”  He gave you a little smile when he caught you pouting.  “Would you like a taste, dolcezza?”

“Yes, please.” 

Secondo got a spoonful and blew on it as he walked over to the kitchen table.  He held it to your lips with great care, watching the expression on your face change as you tasted it.  When you gave him a pleased smile he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You feel a little warm again, would you like to lay down?”

“No, no I’m fine.  I want to stay out here with you.”  That earned you another kiss before he turned and went back to the stove.  You licked the taste of the soup off your lips before taking another guess.  “Rosemary?”

“That’s not much of a secret, dolcezza.”

“Parsley?”

“Parsley is a necessity, certainly not l’ingrediente segreto.”  

“Ok fine, how about Primo’s parsley?”

Secondo chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled two bowls from a cupboard and started to fill them with the soup he’d labored over almost all afternoon.  You had been stuck between desperately wanting him close because you felt bad but also not wanting him to get sick.  When you’d tried to explain this he had gone on about some nonsense of the Emeritus line having strong constitutions and rarely becoming ill.  Whatever.  You’d remember his speech the next time he was whining over a cold.

“All of the ingredients are from Primo’s gardens, as you know.”  

He set your bowl down in front of you before taking a seat himself.  You let yourself get distracted for a bit looking at his exposed forearms.  It was one of the reasons you enjoyed watching him cook.  He’d roll up his sleeves and you’d get to daydream about his arms while he worked.  Your eyes finally looked up from staring at the dark hair covering his skin to find him smirking at you.  

“Get over yourself.”  He knocked his foot against yours under the table and you flashed him a smile before bringing a spoonful to your lips.  Like most everything he made it tasted amazing.  You let out a delighted little hum before taking another guess.  “Basil?”

“Again, not a secret.”

You frowned down at your bowl as you tried to think of what was so damn secret about his soup.  He had even refused to tell Copia earlier when he’d come by asking for the recipe.  It had to be something extremely uncommon for him to be so weird about it.  But he always got a little weird when he was making you something special, especially if it was an old recipe of his mother’s.  Secondo always took such great care when he recreated them, like he was pouring his love for his mother into them as he worked…oh.  You reached across the table and laid a hand on his arm, squeezing it gently when he looked at you.

“I love you too, Secondo.”

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’?”  When he didn’t elaborate you pulled your hand away and crossed your arms over your chest.  “The secret ingredient.  It’s love.”

“Love isn’t an ingredient.”

“Yes it is.”

“No dolcezza, it isn’t.”

“I bet your mother would agree with me.”

Secondo snorted, rolling his eyes as he moved his chair closer to yours.  It was close enough he could wrap an arm around your shoulders and tuck you close to his side.  After placing a few kisses into your hair he pulled away and cupped your cheek.

“I have no doubt that if my mother was still here you and her would run circles around me.”

“Just admit it.  I promise I won’t tell anyone.”  When he didn’t say anything you grinned, his silence was all the confirmation you needed.  “It’s love.”

“It’s paprika.”

Satan Magic ~ Terzo x GN!Reader

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Terzo groaned, muttering under his breath as he pulled you closer to his chest.

“This is my church I can be wherever I want.”

“Oh your church, huh?”  You dug an elbow into his gut, grinning when he swore in Italian.  “Besides, you know what I mean.”

“SÌ, sÌ.  I know.”  He shoved a leg in between yours and rubbed his cold foot along your skin, holding you tighter when you tried to wiggle away.  “Ai!  Quit it, I'm trying to help.”

“How are your freakishly cold feet supposed to help me?”

“You have to warm them up first.”

“Satan’s dick, Terzo.”  A fit of coughing came over you then and you tried to ignore how nice it was to have Terzo’s hand rubbing your back as your body shook.  It took you a moment to catch your breath and you sniffled as you shamelessly pressed back against his warm chest.  “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“How many times must I say this?  I don’t get sick.”  

“I seem to remember a few days last year that you were definitely sick and whining in this bed just like me.”

“Those were allergies and completely different.”

“Whatever you say Papa.”

His chest vibrated against your back when he groaned.

“Don’t talk like that right now, it’s not fair.”  You giggled as you pushed back against him, trying to get as close as possible.  He was so warm, it was exactly what you needed right now.  Terzo tightened his arms around your waist for a moment before pressing his lips against your ear.  “Would you like to hear a secret?”

“Always.”  

“It’s because I’m a Papa that I don’t get sick.”

You frowned, turning your head to the side to look at him as best you could.

“What?”

“My family line has been blessed by Lucifer himself.  It is not often that an Emeritus falls ill.”

“But he’ll let you suffer through allerg–hey!”  

He got another elbow in the gut after he pinched your hip and you both wrestled a bit under the blankets.  Terzo managed to turn you so that your chests were pressed together and you took advantage of the new position to tuck your face into his neck.  Your nose was severely stuffed up but you could still smell his cologne and it was so good you let your body go limp in his arms.

“Don’t worry about me, eh?  I want to be close to you, to take care of you.”

“Alright, fine.  I just hope your Satan magic protects you from this.”

Terzo snorted and started to card his fingers through your hair.  It didn’t take long before the soothing movement helped you begin to drift off.  You felt his lips against your temple and you smiled, opening your eyes to meet his gaze.

It was unfortunate that it was the exact moment he sneezed into your face.

Stolen Soup ~ Copia x GN!Reader

Copia always got a little anxious when you were sick. 

It was part hating that you felt bad at all and also part him not wanting to catch what you had.  He hated getting sick and was always the worst patient.  In contrast you generally preferred to be left alone.  All you wanted to do was sleep and unfortunately you just found yourself getting irritated when Copia kept bugging you. 

“Copia I’m fine!  I just want to sleep.”  Oh here we go, the pout.  You groaned, rolling your eyes as you fell back onto the pillows.  “You’ve got better things to do anyway.”

“The only thing I need to do right now is take care of you.”  He had that stubborn look on his face, the one he gave Imperator when it was time to ask for a bigger costume budget.  “Amore, please?  Let me make sure you’re going to be alright.  Would you do this for your Papa?”

You could never win in a battle against that dopey look on his face so you just huffed and nodded your head.  His dazzling smile would be worth listening to him gloat later when he claimed it was only through his care you survived at all.  Copia began to hum to himself as he grabbed the big tote bag he came in with, quickly pulling things out and setting them at the foot of the bed. 

“What’s all this?”

“Ah, well I stopped by Primo’s for some salve to rub on your chest,”  You snorted when he wiggled his eyebrows at you.  “He also gave me some tea that will help your throat.  Secondo had some of his homemade soup in his fridge so I brought that as well.”

“Does Secondo know you took his soup?”  

“I left a note, he’ll get over it.”  

There was definitely no way Secondo would get over it but you decided to let it go.  When Copia started pulling some books out you sat up again and reached out for one. 

“I don’t think I have the energy to read right now.”  You ran your fingers over the worn cover of the book, flipping it open and seeing a short passage written in Italian on the first page.  “What does this say?”

“It’s a note to Terzo.”  Copia walked around the bed and gently took the book from you.  “From his mother.”

“Oh, Copia, maybe you should take it back.  I don't want anything to happen to it.”

“No no, this is what the book is for.  Sick days.”  He gave you a warm smile, leaning forward and kissing your forehead.  He was frowning when he pulled away, muttering something about taking your temperature.  “Terzo’s mother read this to him when he was a child and then Terzo used to read this to me.”

“So now it’s my turn?”

He looked over at you with a fond smile, his hands full of remedies and stolen soup. 

“Si amore, now it’s your turn.”

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Thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers and @foxybouquet with the Italian help 💙

[pablitogavii]

Can i request matching costumes with gavi?

I love ur writings 💕

Halloween shenanigans

"Amor! You ready!?" Pablo was calling from downstairs and you rushed to finish your makeup before grabbing the bag and walking downstairs in your Lola Bunny costume.

"My..my..come here..bunny!!!" Pablo smirked walking towards the stairs as you stood on the last stair finally being his height.

"Stop messing around and put your ears on!!!" you said and he rolled his eyes doing as you asked as you giggled. After week of begging him, and covering him in kisses, he finally agreed to be Bugs.

"I look like an idiota amor!" he whined but when your arms wrapped around his neck he smiled not caring at all that his friends will surely make fun of him for this.

"You look so cute!!! Te amo!!!" you giggle kissing his lips a few times until a phone rang singling that your friends are here to pick you up.

"Aiii Pablitooo que mono!!!!" all the boys were touching his ears and messing with him while he shyly blushed looking towards you smiling in so much excitement while saying hi to the girls.

"Stop messing with him cabróns!!! My man is handsome enough to pull up even bunny ears" you said moving closer to him to go on tip toes and kiss his lips lovingly. He smiled smirking proudly and following after you into the car.

"Make some space!" Pedri said as Pablo pulled me to sit on his lap so that everyone can fit and you blushed smiled kissing his lips lovingly.

"Alright! Alright! Lovebirds, at least wait till you come home!" Balde teased making you both blush and flip him off at the same times.

When you arrived at the part, you and Pablo took some pictures together before joining your friends on the dance floor enjoying the good music.

y.n.bebe and pablogavi

Hi I'm Lola Bunny...hi, I'm Bugs 💗💗

comentarios:

pablogavi: amorrr!!!😳😳😳

y.n.bebe: que mono amorrreee💗💗💗

alejandrobalde: que mono pablitooo bunny 😂

y.n.bebe: he's too handsome for you cabrón!! 😏

pedri: 🐰🐰🐰

y.n.and.pablo: there's nothing he wouldn't do for her guys 😍😂

aurorapaezg: awe your little ears Pablitooo😂😂😂

pablogavi: shut up! she made me!!1

y.n.bebe: hehe🐰💗

You were dancing to Pablo to a slow song smiling to yourself that your boy was still wearing his ears just because he knew it made you happy...he was really something special.

"Amor..um..te amo mucho" you say out of nowhere and it took Pablo by surprise but he smiled quickly nodding his head and leaning down to kiss your lips.

"Te amo tambien hermosa...muchisimo!" he said into the kiss and you giggle reaching up and taking off his ears playing with them while his hands were on your hips.

"Que haces princesa???" he said knowing already what you were thinking raising up your chin and making you look up at him.

"I'm sorry they tease you because of me..." you said and he smirks leaning down and kissing your lips while taking back his ears from your hands. He placed it back on his head snaking his arms around and placing them on your but squeezing it shamelessly.

"I'm the only one you let do this to you, so I don't ducking care what they say!!! Hm...I wanna go home!" he smirked kissing your neck and you chuckled nodding your head really wanting the same thing as him right now.

"The cab is outside, I'll grab our jackets amor" Pablo said and you nodded walking towards the door as he grabbed your jackets stopping by his friends by the bar.

"At least I have a bunny to bring home cabróns" he smirked making them roll their eyes before exiting and meeting with you by the cab opening your door and getting inside with you.

"You bragged didn't you?" you said with raised eyebrows and he blushed nodding his head as you giggled nodding yours and kissing his cheek.

"Good" you winked and he smirked resting his head on your shoulder starting to kiss your neck while you drove home.

While you laid in bed naked looking into each other you moved closer pecking his lips a few times.

"I told you it would be worth it wearing that costume amore.." you smirked and he rolled his eyes looking away as you chuckled kissing his face happily.

Hope you like! Happy Halloween y'all! 🎃

[sanguineterrain]

get a little action in | miguel o'hara

Summary: Spider-Man doesn't like you. And for the record? You're not crazy about him either. But you kind of wish you could see his eyes when he swings you across the city. For curiosity's sake.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader (some Spanish language is female-gendered, but other than that, no gendered descriptions.)

Word count: 2.2k

Content desc: rivals, superhero!reader (kinda - they're trying their best). miguel's a bit of a jerk ngl but he's a SEXY jerk <3 very enemies to lovers coded. swapped insults, injuries, and a whole lot of charged flirting. (lyla thinks they're adorable.)

A/N: i actually think this fic is the closest i've gotten to miguel's canon personality compared to my previous (delusional) characterizations of him lol. hope you guys like this one! as always, i appreciate corrections to the Spanish if needed, but it's no one's responsibility to do so!

Translations: 

¡Chingada madre! - Motherfucker!

¡Pinche pendeja! - Fucking asshole!

¡No mames! Eres una idiota. - I don't believe this! You're an idiot.

¡Cállate, por Dios! - Shut up, oh my God!

¡Ay, coño! ¿Qué demonios haces? - Oh, fuck! What the hell are you doing?

¿Qué? ¿Qué quieres? - What? What do you want?

¿Estás loca? ¿De dónde sacas esas ideas? - Are you crazy? Where do you get these ideas?

No seas estúpida. - Don't be stupid.

Porque tu haces un desmadre. Eres un dolor en el culo. - Because you make a mess. You're a pain in the ass.

Ve. - Go.

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“All units be advised: 10-33 on 10th and Palisade. Suspect is known as “Captain Darkness.” Approach with caution.”

You shove the police scanner into your bag and stash it in the alley by your apartment. You’re close to 10th and Palisade, and the cops have lost Nueva York’s newest supervillain, Captain Darkness, three times already. For all the mocking headlines the press write about him, he sure seems to be the one laughing every time.

You pull your mask over your face as you make your way to the abandoned factory on 10th and Palisade. It looks normal from the outside, but the code means there’s been an explosion. 

Probably best to enter through the back. 

It’s dark, because supervillains like to nail the atmosphere, and that means there’s no budget for lighting. The factory smells damp, moldy. You hope you don’t get sick. Vigilantism doesn’t come with health insurance.

You stay close to the wall, ears tuned for any sounds. Usually, a good villain would have clocked your entrance by now. The fact that Captain Darkness (a stupid-ass name for a stupid-ass villain) hasn’t—

BRIIIING! BRIIIING!

Alarms blare throughout the factory. Your ears ring from the volume. 

Okay. Maybe you’ve underestimated him.

You run; stealth doesn’t matter now, only speed. Captain Darkness is, predictably, at the center of the factory. He has all the typical workings of a mad scientist: electric ball thingy, giant lie detector-looking thingy, et cetera. You go up the stairs of his platform to get closer.

Except there’s something you’ve never seen before. It sort of resembles a portal. Fuck.

Captain Darkness spots you immediately. He has giant crab legs fused to the lower half of his body, which you’d think were sick if he wasn’t such a jagoff. 

“Well, hello,” he says, sneering down at you. “I don’t believe we’ve met. Are you one of the Spiderlings?”

“I’m offended by the suggestion,” you say, darting towards the electric ball first. 

It looks easy enough to shut off, except the Captain blocks your path immediately. He knocks you across the platform. You cough at the impact. The concrete bruises your right temple.

“Alright, that’s it.” You grunt, pushing yourself up. “Now I’m gonna kick your ass for real.”

The Captain laughs. “By all means, hit me with your best shot.”

So you do. You manage to knock him backwards, his clunky crab legs sliding on the platform. You take the opening and shut off one machine, which causes a crackle of electricity in the air. The hair on your arms rises.

But being a mad crab scientist apparently means you have a lot of time on your hands, and Captain Darkness whips out what looks like a ray gun. He blasts you and knocks you off the platform. You hit your ribs hard, and your vision blurs for a second.

The portal begins to whir, warming up. Captain Darkness towers over you, grinning maniacally.

“Your efforts are adorable, but I suggest you find another line of work. No one will stop me from opening a portal. Once I venture to other worlds, I’ll be unstoppable. This world will be mine! Finally, everyone who ever—”

“Oh my God,” you groan, clutching your ribs. “Please don’t start monologuing. Do you know how cliche you sound right now? Blah blah blah, your parents didn’t give you enough attention so you’re insecure and power-hungry. Do I look like Dr. Phil to you?”

His eyes flash and one crab leg grabs a nearby tool cart. 

“You’re no longer amusing me,” he says. "Goodbye." 

The tool cart is flung in your direction, and you roll, covering your head and bracing for the worst. But the crash never comes. You look to see several orange webs wrapped around the cart. The cart flies backwards and hits Captain Darkness right in his face.

Miguel O’Hara lands on the railing of the platform, perched gracefully. He doesn’t waste a second in going after the Captain.

“Oh, where did you even come from?” you shout, pushing yourself to stand. “I have it handled!”

“I’m not dignifying that with a response,” Miguel growls as he easily dodges the Captain’s grasp. 

He swings to the other side, aiming for the portal which has now fired up. 

Perfect. Damn it, it should be you that J. Jonah Jameson will scream about on the news tomorrow morning, not Spider-Dorito. 

You force yourself to get up so you can try to apprehend the Captain. But he has other plans; one of the machines sparks, and suddenly, hundreds of flying crab-shaped robots pour out of the mouth of the portal. Miguel shouts orders to Lyla. 

You’re only interested in one thing: taking down Captain frickin’ Darkness. So you go after him, leaving the factory. Unfortunately, the crab-bots take that as an invitation to leave too, zeroed in on your destruction. Your ribs are killing you, and whatever the Captain blasted you with left a nasty gash on your hip. 

Still, you limp and pant through the pain. You’re not letting this guy get away a fourth time. No way. Captain Darkness has been a thorn in Nueva York’s side for several weeks now and you’ve been tracking him for just as long. You need to get him.

“¡Chingada madre!”

You glance over your shoulder and see a flash of blue and red. Miguel is right behind you, fighting through the cluster of crab-bots. The sight makes your blood boil.

“Fuck off!” you wheeze out. “He’s mine, O’Hara!”

“If you hadn’t stumbled in and screwed everything up, we wouldn’t even be in this situation right now!” he snarls. “¡Pinche pendeja!”

Fucking Spider-Man. It’s because of him that Nueva York doesn’t even know who you are. Every time you get remotely close to taking down a criminal, Miguel swoops in and saves the day. Not without giving you grief, of course. You’re too weak, too disorganized, too slow—you’re too wrong, according to him. He’s told you multiple times to stay away, but hey, he should know by now you’re also too stubborn to listen.

You pull your hand away from your rib. It’s tacky with blood. You’re slowing down, too; you aren’t enhanced like a hero is supposed to be, and after going two rounds with Captain Crabcake, it seems you’re about to meet your untimely fate with killer crustacean robots. 

You really should’ve become a lawyer like your mother wanted.

“¡No mames! Eres una idiota.”

You feel Miguel’s breath on your neck before his arm curls around your waist. You cry indignantly but he doesn’t let go, heaving you into his grip and continuing to run.

“Let go of me!” you demand, wiggling in his grip.

“Shut up.”

“I don’t need you to save me,” you snap.

He looks down at you, red masked eyes burning into you.

“No? ‘Cause every time you screw up, I’m the one fixing your mess. How many times have I told you to go home?”

“I had it under control,” you say. 

Miguel doesn’t even look at you. Your injuries are jostled with every step and you have to fight to not whine in pain. But you don’t try to squirm away again. You’re no match for his strength, and, unfortunately, he’s a lot faster than you. If you want to live, Miguel’s your ride. 

“Lyla, find me a route.”

Lyla pops up on Miguel’s other shoulder. She leers at you, raising her eyebrows.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asks. 

“Lyla. Route, now.” 

“Alright, alright,” she says, sounding far too smug. “Might I suggest going airborne?”

Your fingers dig into Miguel’s giant shoulder as he flings a web string at a nearby fire escape. He shifts you to one arm. Your eyes pop out of your head.

“No, wait, I have a terrible fear of—”

He doesn’t wait, the asshole, and you scream as he pulls both of you up. Now you’re bleeding, clinging to the worst person in the world, and at least two hundred feet off the ground. Somehow, killer crab-bots would’ve been better. 

“¡Cállate, por Dios!” he shouts, jerking his head away from you. “Unless you want me to drop you.”

“I’m gonna kill you, O’Hara,” you say, closing your eyes. “I’m gonna—oh, God.” You swallow hard, feeling dizzy. “I think I’m gonna hurl.”

“Do not throw up on me.”

You peek over his shoulder, trying not to watch the buildings blur by. That’s when you spot the army of robots behind you. And they look mad.

“Shit, shit!” you hiss, jolted out of your nausea. 

You reach down Miguel’s broad back, feeling for the nifty little gadgets you know he keeps on him.

“¡Ay, coño! ¿Qué demonios haces?”

He swats at your wandering hands. You smack him back.

“I’m trying to save us, if you don’t mind!”

“Do not touch anything—” he starts.

A bot whizzes by, firing at you both. Miguel wobbles on the next swing, trying to fight off the bot. 

“Lyla, three o’clock!” you yell.

Tiny rockets fire from Miguel’s suit, taking out several bots. There’s too many, though; you need another plan.

“Lyla, run diagnostics on the bots,” you say, grunting as Miguel swings sharply around a corner.

“Lyla, don’t do anything I don’t tell you to,” Miguel says. “She’s not yours to—”

“Water,” Lyla interrupts, understanding where your brain is. “They malfunction in water.”

“Huh. That’s ironic.”

Ahead, the waterfront is quickly coming into view. You pinch Miguel’s shoulder. He hisses, his suit’s eyes narrowing at you. 

“¿Qué? ¿Qué quieres?”

“The Hudson,” you say. 

“I can’t just dive into the river, we’ll both—”

“Use me as bait,” you say. 

“¿Estás loca? ¿De dónde sacas esas ideas?”

“I pull them out of my butt,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“You couldn’t even destroy the portal,” he says scathingly. “I’m not throwing you into the river, tempting as that is.”

“You don’t have a better idea, smartass. And unless you want them tearing up Manhattan, you’ll do it.”

“No seas estúpida,” he says. 

“Can’t help it. It’s one of my superpowers.”

Miguel lands on a rooftop. He drops you none too carefully, and you land hard on your butt. You grunt, the movement squishing your injury. 

“Lyla,” Miguel says.

“Yup,” she says, popping up on your shoulder and scanning your body. “Bruised ribs, and a gash right on top. If you wrap it, they’ll be fine.”

Miguel takes out a bandage and tears the top off. You’ve seen them before; they’re of his own creation, and used widely by his Spider Society. Never on civilians, which is what you are, according to him.

He crouches and shoves your suit up, then wraps the bandage around your stomach. The wrapping begins to expand and you feel the sting of cold gel. He yanks your suit back down without a word.

“I’m sure my ribs are broken,” you say through a wheezy exhale.

“Nope! Just bruised. You really shouldn’t fall from those kinds of heights,” Lyla says cheerily.

“Yeah, you were definitely programmed by him,” you mutter.

You start to get up. 

“Don’t even think about it,” Miguel says. 

“Screw you.”

“You living here screws me enough.”

“I don’t need your help! Why can’t you stay in your own damn lane, O’Hara?”

“Porque tu haces un desmadre. Eres un dolor en el culo.”

“The feeling is mutual,” you say through gritted teeth. “And you can’t stop me from going after him.”

His suit’s eyes narrow. Quick as anything, he flings two webs over your wrists. You squawk, now glued to the pavement.

“This is illegal!” you screech, twisting your wrists. “Let me go!”

“Stay out of my way,” Miguel says. “I won’t save your ass next time.”

You glare up at him, still breathing hard. It only makes you angrier that Miguel hasn’t broken a sweat.

“I hope those bots tear up the Spider Society!” you say. “I hope—I hope your suit malfunctions and the whole city sees your ass.”

Miguel pauses, and turns around. 

“Uh, Miguel?” Lyla asks. “The murder robots? Kinda urgent.”

“Tell Jess to go downtown and cut them off there.”

“But—” 

“Ve.”

He stands over you. You fling your legs up, trying to get a kick in, but he quickly puts a stop to that, resting a heavy foot on both of your ankles. 

Miguel bends down. You burn with curiosity about how he looks under the mask. It’s twisted of you to wonder, considering what an arrogant jerk he is. You could fill several encyclopedias with Miguel O’Hara’s worst traits. 

Still, you wonder. You wonder what color his eyes are. If his hair is short or long. If he smiles at all. His expression when you get under his skin.

You’d learned his real name by accident. Whether he knows your identity or not, you don’t know. You wonder if he has to stop himself from saying your name.

“You’re lucky I don’t web that dirty mouth of yours,” Miguel says, his face inches from yours. “I’ve been considering it.”

You lift your chin.

“You think about my mouth a lot, O’Hara?”

He jerks back, like you’ve startled him. He stands, turning around.

“Don’t let me see you out here again,” he says.

“Wait!” you cry. “What about the webs?!”

Miguel shoots a web towards the street.

“What about them? You don’t need my help, remember?”

Then he’s gone. 

Fucking Spider-Man.

[alexiabae]

WHERE ARE YOU FROM? mapi león x fem!reader

Summary: the group tries to guess where Jill is from, mapi dealing and accepting new and old feelings and alexia figuring it out.

Warnings: alcohol, fluff. au.

Note: English is not my first language.

Previous chapter: FIRST TIME IN HER EIGHTEEN.

not my gif.

July 13rd, 1976. Barcelona.

19:16 p.m.

Mapi's bedroom.

"Are you ready?" Leila huffed, laying in her friend's bed. She impatiently bounced her legs, letting out a frustrated sigh. On her hands the new album of their favourite band.

"Once again... Give me three minutes! Only three minutes, Leila!" Mapi exhaled, already annoyed with her friend. She grabs a sweater from her brother, the one she was searching for for a few minutes and comes back to her bedroom. "Alright! I'm ready." She announced, putting on the sweater.

Leila groaned. "Finally." She mumbles, reincorporating herself and sits down, watching Mapi put on her shoes.

"Where are the others?" Mapi asked, grabbing her keys and going out, Leila following behind.

"Y/N's place." Leila answered, saying goodbye to Mapi's mom and laughing when her brother started to follow her sister for stealing her sweater.

Mapi ran out fast and went directly to Y/N's house, knocking repeatedly, breathing heavily. Soon the door opened, a confused Y/N emerge from inside.

"Does Leila give you her superpower of being impatient?" Y/N inquires, crossing her arms.

"No, it is my brother. He started running behind me because I grabbed her sweater." Mapi said intermittently, going inside her house.

Leila approached too and came in too. "Can we go now?"

Y/N and Mapi looked at each other and rolled their eyes. "Call the girls. They are in my room." Y/N said. "And grab my jacket, please!"

The brunette showed her middle finger and went towards the room. "I don't know why I'm still her friend." Y/N muttered, going out and waiting there for her friends.

"Where are your parents?" Mapi asked, following her. Her hands on the sweater's pockets.

"Dining outside with Sami." Y/N answered, shivering a little, hugging herself.

Many steps were heard inside, alongside yelling and cursing, Leila coming inside laughing. "You two lost it." She said between laughs. The brunette stopped in front of them, still laughing.

After her came an annoyed Alexia, who slapped her arm. "The last time, you hear me?" She threatened Leila, raising her index finger towards her.

Leila raised both hands in the air with a smug smirk, Jana and Jill approaching Y/N's jacket, the owner thanking the blonde when she tends it to her.

"What happened this time?" Mapi muttered, unconsciously moving closer towards Y/N.

"Anything new." Alexia groaned, closing the front door.

Leila smirked mischievously while putting her hands on her black jacket's pockets, leading the way.

"Let's go to the Gamper..." Alexia muttered, referring to their usual cafeteria.

"Let me guess... Leila scared you?" Y/N walked beside Alexia, intertwining her arms on hers. Mapi flies behind her, alongside Jana.

"Es una idiota." The older one murmured, making Y/N giggles with her comment.

"Our idiot." Y/N emphasised.

They walked about 15 minutes towards the cafeteria, for their luck their usual spot was available.

"I'm going to order, the usual?" Jana asked, offering herself to go to order. They all nod, telling her if she needs help, informe them.

Leila sat down next to the window, by her side Jill. Alexia in front of the brunette and Y/N by her side, Mapi chose to sit down leading the table, between Y/N and Jill.

"I can't believe we are wearing jackets in July. I think it is the first time I have done it in Barcelona." Leila comments, playing with her fingers on top of the table.

"Even in summer the weather can be bad." Alexia ironically said, her smile matching it.

Leila copied her. "Easy there, reina. I'm just saying a fact." She shrugged, smirking when her friend rolled her eyes at the nickname.

"These two will fight at the end of the day. Bet?" Mapi whispered on Y/N, earning a soft chuckle by her.

"I agree." Y/N whispered back, stretching Mapi's hand under the table, selling the deal. Jill notices their arms and without any dissimulation, she moves her head to look at what they are doing. "What are you doing?" Y/N asked confused, laughing a little by her antics.

Jill shrugs. "I wanted to know what you two are doing." She reincorporated again and gave them a smirk.

Mapi and Y/N look at each other, confused but not surprised at all, is Jill after all. Their hands are still holding, too distracted to notice.

"And why is that?" Alexia asked too, frowning, watching their hands.

"Oh... This?" Y/N raised their hands in the air. "We are sealing a very important deal." She said innocently, this time breaking the union with their hands.

"About?" The hazel eyed girl insisted, curious.

"You don't want to know..." Mapi murmured, biting the inside of her cheek, putting her arms on top of the table and crossing it.

Before the older could ask, Jana approached the table with their drinks on her hands.

"Whoa Jana, you are a good waitress." Leila compliments her, receiving her cappuccino with a smile, thanking her.

Jana rolled her eyes. "I guess my time at the family restaurant, works." She said, sitting between Mapi and Jill.

"By the way, how's Bruna? I miss her." Y/N ask with a pout, remembering the other girl with nostalgia.

The pair engaged in a conversation about Bruna that consecutively took to another point. Alexia answering bitterly at Leila, who is enjoying how her friend sometimes is easy to piss her. And Mapi and Jill are participating in Y/N's and Jana's conversations.

"Do you miss your friends?" Mapi asked at Jill, after the last one mentioned one of her friends.

"Si. Very much. I miss Viv and Daan the most, but I'm good here." Jill said, shrugging and sipping from her hot chocolate.

Jana put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it and giving her a sweet smile. Y/N and Mapi look at each other knowingly.

"Did she think her smile wasn't that obvious?" Alexia leaned on Y/N and whispered, making her chuckled, gaining Mapi's attention.

Mapi heard Alexia's comment and thought if she looked the same when she looks at Y/N. Her gaze fell to her coffee copying the posture she has before.

It has been a month since she is dealing with her growing sentiments towards her friend. She was fine before Mapi definitely put it down, until it resurfaced on her face, again.

She huffed, leaning back on her seat. Without pretending it, the others notice her change and consequently, a deep red colour installed on her freckled cheeks.

"I just remembered that tomorrow I need to wake up early. My sister-in-law is coming." She ironically smiled. The group were in the loop about Natalia's behaviour.

"I can go early to your home and help you to stand her." Leila offered.

"Please, it's funny to see how she doesn't stand you." Mapi chuckled.

Alexia fixed her gaze on Mapi, knowing very well the girl covered up the truth. It's been many years being her friend to know when she was lying, or saying a half truth.

"I could go but in the afternoon, in the morning I need to stay with Sami." Y/N said, smiling. Mapi smiled immediately, nodding softly.

"You can bring Sami, I miss her." Mapi murmured with a smile, she adored Y/N's little sister.

"She is too cool to hang out with you." Jana teased, earning a bump for the Aragonese, making her laugh.

"I have an idea." Alexia said, the group was looking at her expectantly. "After you deal with Natalia, we can go to relax a little at the beach." She said making emphasis in relax.

"Relax means beer?" Leila lowered her voice and moved herself to the table, looking confused at Alexia.

The Catalan rolled her eyes, throwing her napkin at her. "Yes, Sherlock."

•••

Mapi let out a tired sight, throwing her back on her bed. Y/N chuckled softly, closing the door.

"Don't laugh. I can't believe how he can be with her. It's annoying!" Mapi pouted, making her point moving her hands in the air.

Y/N walked towards the bed and sat down, looking at her friend. "He is young, Maria." She said, shrugging. "Do you think they will be together forever?"

"Stop being mature." Mapi groan.

A knock on the door interrupted them.

"Open!" Mapi gave permission to enter.

Alexia's head popped in, her long hair framing her face. "Are you in the mood?" She asked smugly, entering in and closing the door.

Mapi groaned again. "Please, we need to go now." She begged, hearing music coming from her brother's bedroom.

Alexia chuckled, sitting beside Y/N. She greeted her friend, hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Jill has the beers, she is waiting outside." She declared, slapping Mapi's butt jokingly.

The Aragonese yelped, throwing her pillow towards her, who caught it easily. "Arg! Why are you good at everything?" She whined, rolling around and sitting down too.

"She is la reina, Mapi." Y/N said in a duh tone, showing her tongue mockingly.

The older smack her head, blushing. "Don't start." She warned, standing up.

Y/N passes a hand for the part where she was hit. "Damn Ale, it's a joke."

Alexia worried a little. "Sorry, are you okay?" She asked, stretching her hand towards hers.

Y/N nods, accepting the hand.

Mapi watched their interaction, frowning. Watch how Y/N smiled when Alexia said some joke. And she didn't like it. Her body tense, her jaw clenched and her lips formed a straight line. Her eyes fixed on both of them.

"GIRLS! Why are you taking so long?" Leila called for them, opening the door, making Mapi to retreat her posture.

"Once again, Lei. Don't shout." Mapi said, standing up and walking outside.

Leila frown. "What happened to her?"

Alexia shrugged. "I guess she is tired from today." She walked with Y/N's hand on hers towards the brunette.

Mapi steps down the staircase, a scowl on her face. She walked quickly to where Jill is waiting for them, warning her parents that she will be outside for almost two hours.

"Why the long face?" Jana asked, moving aside from Jill.

"I hate people." She muttered, leaning on her dad's car and crossing her arms.

Jill and Jana looked at each other. "Natalia?" The tall blonde tried to guess, unsure.

Mapi rolled her eyes, in part the reason for that comment was her too. "Maybe." She mysteriously said.

Soon, the three come outside. Y/N was the first to get out and leaned next to Mapi, intertwining her arm on hers. That gesture made her relax a little.

"We go?" Jill asked, receiving affirmative nods from the others.

While the others started to walk to the parade bus, Mapi remained still on her spot. Y/N noticed shortly and stretched her hand towards her. The blonde looks at the hand and an involuntary small smile painted on her face.

A soft whimper escapes from her lips. "Stop complaining, big baby." Y/N said, pulling her hand towards her.

Mapi pout but let the other pull her. "I have a reason to be moody today." She murmured, starting walk behind the girls.

Y/N chuckled, intertwining their arms.

•••

"Where are you from? Every time we asked you, I never caught it." Leila drunkenly asks Jill, giving a long sip to her beer.

Jill chuckled, playing with her feet on the sand. "Well, I am fro-," She is interrupted by Mapi laughing like a child.

"Sorry! I-It's Y/N's f-fault." Mapi said between laughing, pointing with her index finger to the mentioned.

Y/N muffled a big laugh, leaning her head on Mapi's shoulder. Alexia, who is the most sober of all of them, sees how Mapi stayed looking at the girl with a loving smile. She frowned, her eyes traveling to the two girls faces.

"She started first! Mapi starts to imitate Jenni's drunk version." Y/N explained, laughing again alongside Mapi.

When the other girls started to follow the blonde's antics, Alexia patted her leg. Mapi looked at her, a relaxed smile plastered on her lips.

"Can we talk?" Alexia asked kindly.

Mapi raised an eyebrow, a little confused, but she nodded, whispering something at Y/N and standing up, offering a hand to the Catalan.

They walked silently, the voices from their friends hearing more distance with every step they took. The heat that evening is giving them a break and a soft cool air to replace it.

"You know... I have a clue why your behaviour these past days has acted that way." Alexia broke the silence, her gaze fixed on her feet.

Mapi immediately looked at her. She knew how to direct her friend could be, so the surprise she would be experiencing is replaced by a terror one, swallowing hard.

"It's okay, María." The brunette whispered in a soft voice, raising her gaze towards hers.

The use of her full name, in some way calms her. Rarely do they use it, only use her full name to relax her, when usually people who say it to others are to tease them.

"How?" The freckled girl whispered, trembling.

Alexia gave her a reassurance smile. "You aren't subtle, amiga..." She chuckled when Mapi looked away, embarrassed. "Your bond with her is different... Your mood changes when she is around you." She enumerated the little details. "And you asking about my experience helps too."

"I'm scared, Ale." Mapi said in a low voice. Her friend sighed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, squeezing it.

"They make it be scary." She whispers. "But you don't need to hide from us about who you are." Mapi leaned her head on her shoulder, relieved to hear that.

"Gracias, Ale. You always know what to say." Her gaze travels to her crush when they start to walk back to the group. The little bonfire is replaced by Y/N's bright smile, the flames framing her features.

"Why are we making a bonfire in July?" Mapi asked her when realise it, Alexia giggling by her side.

[whoreforchr1s]

hii!! love your stories btw!!🎀🩷 but I was wondering if you could do a Chris x fem reader and have her be in a blind, death, mute challenge, and she is Cuban and Spanish is her first language and she knows English but not very well but Chris helps her with words. Also can you have the reader be death, and she gets annoyed and yells in Spanish at Matt and Nick and Chris are dying laughing and Matt is confused because he’s blind.

eggs! -chris sturniolo

pairings: chris sturniolo x cuban!reader

warnings: swearing, super short

a/n: there isn’t really any chris x reader interaction but i didnt really know what to do, i hope this is okay!❤️

☆彡𐬾𐬺𐬿𐬻𐮙𐬾𐬺𐬿𐮚𐬾𐬺𐬿𐮙𐬾𐬺𐬿𐮚𐬾𐬺𐬿𐮙𐬾𐬺𐬿𐮚𐬾𐬺ミ☆

“Alright put the butter in.” I say, before Matt plops the stick of butter into the bowl of flour.

I adjust my headphones that lay on my head, blasting taylor swift at the highest volume. Why? right, because I was in the middle of my friends, and boyfriend’s, kitchen playing a silly little game for their youtube channel. We were playing ‘blind deaf mute baking challenge.’ The point of it is that there are three people, one is blind, one is deaf, and one is mute. And they have to work together to bake something.

In this case, there were 4 of us. Me, Chris, Nick and Matt. So, Nick was deaf, as was I, Chris is mute, and Matt is blind.

“shit i love this song!” I yell. “What?” I hear Nick yell faintly. “i said i love this song!” I yell louder, causing Chris to nudge me. “Shut up dude!” I read from his lips.

“Can someone help me or what?” Matt says, although at this point I was completely lost in the song and couldn’t hear anything.

“Put the eggs in” I hear Nick yell from beside me. I watch as Matt stands there doing nothing.

“Matt! the eggs!” I shout. He stands there.

What was he trying to do? was he trying to be funny? or was he genuinely that stupid?

“Put the fucking eggs in!” Nick yells, as Chris points to the eggs. Matt stands there.

“Pon los jodidos huevos en el estúpido cuenco, idiota!” I yell, of course the boys don’t know what i said, but i got my point across that i was mad.

I see Nick and Chris topple over, holding their stomaches. Matt turns to face me, although he can’t see me, and tilts his head slowly to the right.

“huh?” He says innocently.

[vintagexherry]

Child's Play [2]

pt1

Bully!Miguel O'Hara x Reader

This part a bit shorter than last chapter but consists bit of lore

//Bullying, Degradation, Yandere ,Miguel being rich and a playboy, Miguel isn't as grumpy as we know he kinda ooc here

Previously

For now, you focus on putting your messy and blank-ish notes in your bag and head for the doorway, hoping he didn't notice you. "Y/N? That you?" And there you wish somebody had a shovel so you could bury yourself.

"Long time no see Y/N how ya been?"

Forget a shovel, you hope somebody bulldoze this building so you don't have to go back, But you're here now so might as well get through it, maybe he changed? acted more mature than before?.

You nervously laugh of his question

"oh uh Yea, doing fine...?"

Miguel seemed to notice your hesitation and signed.

"Come on Y/N you ain't foolin anyone cariño, is this about high school? You know I was just teasing you."

The thought of him getting matured was immediately thrown out the window.

"Ok um, Look Miguel as much as glad your doing alright I think it's best if we just stopped talking to each other."

You tried to evade him, seeing him again in the flesh doesn't do your mental health well, so much more when your talking to him.

You think the best course is to just turn a new page and seperate ways.

Miguel thinks different.

"Oh so it is about the high school? Look how bout you and me go to this cafe near campus and we can talk about it yea?"

You want to laugh at that idea, the last time you and him decided to talk things out in a cafe, he ended up spilling hot coffee on you, you swear you could feel the burns again.

You look at the your watch and you remember you don't have any more subjects to take for the rest of the day.

"Miguel the last time you took to me to a cafe, you burnt me with coffee..."

Miguel doesn't seemed fazed and shrugged.

"And? come on, hermosa, you know that was an accident, and if it happened again, I would be embarrassed and probably lend you a jacket, or we could order cold drinks if you want. How bout that, huh?"

Miguel pushed on even further and you tried to ignore his nicknames for you, you can't lie that your surprised with the turn of nicknames, usually he would call you a slut,a whore, a nobody, an idiota and etc etc.

Knowing Miguel, he isn't a quitter so for you to live to see another day you have to go with his whims and you go as you did.

"Alright...Alright, just uhh send me the location I guess? I'm just gonna drop my things at my dorm and I'll see you there" Or maybe you could use this as an escape and just say your pet needs to go to the vet or you suddenly feel sick.

But life ain't always that easy.

Miguel chuckled "No need for that hermosa, We can directly go to the cafe in my car"

You felt yourself shake, one thing you always tell yourself is to never be alone with Miguel aside from him taking you home, you never ever want to be in a closed space with him.

"No uh- it's really oka-" You wanted to relent more but Miguel is...well Miguel.

"Y/N come on, don't make this harder as it is, all I wanna do is talk in a sweet,relaxing and quiet environment, is that so hard?"

You panic even more in the inside but your scared what he could do if you reject further.

"Alright...Okay I'll go..."

Miguel beamed brightly at your (forced) agreement.

"Good. Follow me"

As you follow him out to the parking lot you panic to see lesser people but you can't help but admire the Rolls-Royce Phantom Series II coated in a dark blue color.

Miguel noticed your awe and chuckled.

"Like it? My parents gave it to me once I graduated from high-school"

Of course, anything for their priced baby, you sometimes forget how rich Miguel really is.

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The car ride was silent in a way aside from the radio, you opted to sit at the back but Miguel, once again, relented you sit at front. And you're running out of energy to fight back.

So here you are at front, next to Miguel, and stuck at traffic.

You guess it gotten too quiet for you started feeling tense. So you decided to break it.

"So uh.....While we're here, maybe you can tell me what your planning to tell me at the cafe."

Miguel wordlessly glanced at you and back at the street while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well...How do I start this" Miguel seemed to be forming words at his head and you can't help but be surprised, Miguel always projected himself as confident and always know what to say at any given moment but this the first you witness this so you waited as traffic already moves and Miguel started driving again.

"You know what, we're almost to the cafe, let's save it for there"

You wordlessly nodded and once again the ride was silent.

Both finally arrived and as you sat down Miguel asked for what you want, saying that your fine didn't do you any good since Miguel decided to order for you, so you sighed and waited for him while you sat down by a window and admired the setting sun.

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"...So now I got that out of my chest, maybe we can go to this year's prom and laugh about the past? What do you say?"

You knew this was a bad idea

Once both you got your drinks he started apologizing for his actions during high school, but also proceeded to tell you it was due to his parent's pressure on him.

You can't even swallow your drink properly. ""Look....Miguel I... I think it's really best for us to seperate ways and move on, you can't just invite me go prom after saying you made me your personal stress ball for your problems...I-I'm gonna go...But here" You slide him some money

"Thank you for the drink, goodbye Miguel" You stood up without waiting for his answer who only clenched his fist as if forcing himself to stop grabbing your wrist to pull you back to sit down.

You got a taxi and head straight to your dorm and Miguel was left seething.

[cars-on-the-moon]

The Carlando AU you chose!

Soulmates AU

(Everything written is imaginative. Nothing is true)

He remembered his birthday and he did actually remember the moment he felt that excruciating pain right on his left thigh. He had exaggerated his intolerance of pain, but he hadn’t felt like this before. As if he was being scratched; marked. Well, he was being marked with the hope that somewhere, someone was made for him, had come to this life to be with him.

Lando’s mother was a good woman, a great one that had explained to all her children what soulmates were and how it worked. She brought them up to be hopeful but not sure. She had broken down her luck with their father but had made them promise to never obsess over finding their soulmates because perhaps karma had decided to play a game with them and made their soulmate be Australian or Siberian or whatever country Lando had no idea about.

Thus, he grew up almost forgetting about his little scar, he started running around in cars, left school, joined McLaren and became an F1 driver at the age of 19. By then, he was completely unimpressed when it came to soulmates.

When his brother had announced that he was marrying his? Lando was unimpressed. When Alex had strutted in and announced that he had found his soulmate in Lily, he was unimpressed then too.

And suddenly, he was 23. The season had started poorly, to put it lightly, and his spirits were descending into dark places by the day. It had been almost a year since he had broken his relationship off and his little adventures here and there weren’t enough to make him forget-

“It’s so busy, mierda.” Carlos plopped down next to him on the step.

Lando smiled, nodded in absolute agreement, as Monaco was busting with crowds of people and celebrities and kids and everything.

“I like Monaco, but Dios, it’s crazy.” the Spaniard continued. “Alright?” he turned to Lando.

“Fine. It’s very hot too. I think I’m going to the beach in Barcelona.” he faked an exaggerated accent.

“We should!” Carlos rounded his stupid eyes widely.

“Who invited you?”

Carlos then kicked his heel with his foot, making him giggle.

“Ay, don’t be rude cabrón.” the Spaniard protested. “I thought you wanted the local guide. Good luck finding a secluded beach.” he shrugged his shoulder and turned to George, who was greeting the little group.

Lando raised his fist to bump George’s but quickly disregarded his presence to speak to Carlos. He scratched his irritated leg and suppressed another little yawn.

“Fine, you can come. Spill the secret locations.”

“Nah, I got over it, I’ll go to my hotel’s pool.” he stood back up, fiddling with his suit knot. “Have fun in Barcelona.” he threw his way a wink and started walking the other way.

Lando blew an obnoxious raspberry and steadied his head on the wall behind him. He shut his eyes for a few seconds, thinking about Barcelona indeed. Waters, ice-creams, Carlos. Lando opened his eyes and straightened his head. No, not Carlos. Just waters and ice-creams.

His affection for Carlos had its ups and downs. Or that’s what he told himself all the time. For example, when he left McLaren, Lando was mad at him. When /that/ happened in Brazil, Lando was awkward. When Carlos decided to join him and Zak in their exclusive golf trip, Lando was happy. Up and down. But mostly up. Mostly.

“…I have a thousand interviews. I’m so sorry.” Carlos huffed from the other side of the line, clearly frustrated. “I just-I just wanted to stay and just relax for an hour. One hour, Lando.”

“It’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Lando replied him, internally weeping. He needed that hour of relaxation too.

On Sunday, he finally saw Carlos in the club and then in his hotel’s bar for a last drink with Caco and Rupert.

“It was an exhausting weekend. I want Barcelona out.” Carlos said, downing his beer. “Don’t tell anyone.” he then turned to Lando.

“I will tell Domenicalli.” Lando wiggled his eyebrows scratching idly his irked thigh.

“Idiota.” Carlos grinned then and finally Lando was able to feel at ease again.

He had no idea why Carlos’s feelings had an immediate connection to his. Although, of course when Max wasn’t good, Lando was sad too. His mum always said he was empathetic.

“…one more?”

Lando realised Carlos was talking to him.

“Wha?”

“I said, the bar’s closing. Do you want one to go? You can come up to mine.”

“Sure.” Lando shrugged, collecting his phone and camera from the counter.

Carlos opened the door of his room, letting Lando in and turned the light of the night table on.

“View’s sick.” Lando remarked. “It’s similar to mine.“ he said, taking a photo of it. A bit blurry, a bit move-y, a bit not professional, but still fine.

“Here.” he handed him the beer. “I owe you a swim lesson.” he clinked his bottle.

“Oy! I know how to swim!” Lando furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m not sure. You always seem like you’re drowning-ay cabrón, that hurts!” Carlos protested after Lando had pinched his upper arm.

They talked about a bunch of random topics other than racing, racing before the balcony door.

“Lando,” Carlos mumbled at some point, after a long conversation halt. “Isabella wasn’t my soulmate.” he said out of the blue.

Lando averted his eyes from Barceloneta and looked at Carlos with raised eyebrows.

“I know it doesn’t matter, because, who finds their soulmate, no? But yeah.”

Lando shuffled on his chair.

“Um, is that why you broke up?” he asked, having nothing to offer really.

“No, we couldn’t lie to each other anymore.” he replied solemnly.

“You’re being a tad bit sentimental and I’m scared.” Lando tried to lighten the mood.

Carlos’s lips quirked up and he let his head fall bag, hang from the back of the chair.

“You’re right. Sorry.”

“No! It’s not bad. But I don’t know what to say.” Lando immediately said. “I’m just a loser in this area so…”

“Only in this area?” Carlos teased.

Lando reached for his upper arm to pinch him once more but Carlos was quicker and he grabbed his wrist harshly, causing for Lando to tumble down, inches away from his chair.

“Oof, that hurt.” Lando groaned but chose to remain spread on the floor.

Carlos chuckled obnoxiously loud and sp laced his beer on the table in front of him. He then stood up and extended his arm to Lando.

“Come on cabrón.” he said.

Lando took his hand and pulled with force, making Carlos yelp and fall flat on Lando.

“Lando!” Carlos grumbled on Lando’s chest.

“I had to.” Lando laughed, shutting his eyes. His right arm enveloped Carlos by its own accord, while he continued laughing his weekend exhaustion away.

He only stopped when he felt Carlos moving on him and opened his eyes to find him standing on his elbows looking down at him.

His hair was falling over his left eye and his lips were parted. Lando focused on the bottom one that was full, pink and absolutely delicious.

And there they were. Those odd thoughts, feelings he possessed of Carlos. Those ones that whenever they entered his mind, he tried hard to push out or away again.

“Am I heavy?” he whispered.

Lando opened his mouth to reply him, but nothing came out. Nothing at all.

“Should I get up, Lando?” Carlos asked again, almost pleading him. Was he pleading?

“N-No.” Lando stuttered.

Slowly, painfully, Carlos lowered himself even more and only when his lips were a breath away from Lando’s, the latter understood. He couldn’t wait anymore. He wouldn’t wait anymore. So, he took the leap and kissed Carlos. His teammate. His golf partner. His ex-teammate. His friend. His very good friend.

The moan that left him was a result of a jolt that traveled down his very core, having never felt like this. He contemplated for a moment if it was because he was a man or because he had a familiar, solid foundation with him. However, the contemplation stopped when Carlos’s tongue traveled on his upper lip, asking for entrance that the Brit immediately granted.

“Fucking hell.” Lando breathlessly remarked when they stopped for air. “Fuck. Fuck.” he repeated a few times. His hand was still in a tight fist, gripping Carlos’s t-shirt.

“Am I hurting you?” Carlos asked him.

“No, come here.” Lando pulled him back in.

They ended up on the bed after Lando’s back started hurting and they ended up falling asleep, just as the sky had turned bordeaux.

Lando woke up through a rude phone call with Jon and after a three-second contemplation, he placed a quick kiss on Carlos’s cheek and fled.

I didn’t take you for a man that runs away.

Lando rolled his eyes exaggeratedly to his screen, drawing Max’s attention. He was already in Monaco, after an 1-hour and 15-minute flight to Nice and a 20-minute car ride.

He took a picture of the waters and his brunch and sent it Carlos’s way to avoid embarrassing himself with a stupid respond.

He received one back with the view of Barceloneta through Carlos’s hotel room. Yes, the same one they had /kissed/ in.

He closed WhatsApp and refocused on Max, who was talking a mile per hour to his girlfriend. Well then.

He opened Instagram and tapped on F1’s new story that had something to do with Charles and then Carlos popped up on his screen. He squinted and placed his thumb on the story in order to stop it from changing.

Ruffled hair, white t-shirt and that view. That bloody view.

A non-Ferrari post? I’m shook.

Got your attention, didn’t it? and yeah, Lando was flushed all over.

Carlos, are you flirting mate? he had to ask; better be safe than sorry.

Am I allowed?

Lando grinned widely then. So widely that Max finally remembered that he was present too.

They texted here and there, mostly photos or memes. Carlos had a heavy schedule that week before Canada and Lando had arranged a little trip to New York with Martin before arriving in Montreal.

Lando could not lie; everything was so awkward in his head. He had kissed Carlos Sainz. It sounded awkward. It was awkward. But as time paced away, everything was a blurry dream and when after Monday before the race they stopped communicating, he was rather sure that indeed it had been a dream.

He had caught a glimpse of him somewhere in the paddock and on the track, zooming around in his red car, but they had yet to talk.

Kevin was a great guy. He was surprisingly funny and so much younger than he looked and was perceived of. He was saying something about Nico when Lando grasped that Carlos was walking towards them. He chose to ignore it and scratch his leg out of an awkward habit of doing something with his hands.

Carlos pinched him right on his chest and Kevin could only laugh after finishing his utterance, a moment later.

“Don’t do that.” Landon said.

Carlos fiddled with his suit on the thigh and turned to him, leaning.

“What?” he asked.

“Don’t do that.” Lando repeated. “In front of cameras. I look Iike a child.”

Alex said something about something but Lando talked to Carlos again.

“I don’t like being teased.” he reminded him his relationship with touch.

“Oh, you don’t?” Carlos asked, openly mocking him and raised his hand to cup his cheek.

Lando slightly rounded his eyes but thanks to his reflexes, he quickly swatted Carlos’s hand away.

They both laughed, even Alex did and Carlos returned to his spot, gazing forward.

He wasn’t going to lie. Lando wanted to say more; be touched more. On the cheek? Whatever. On the cheek.

After a very good race per his opinion, he started his media duties and hang around in the media pen for a while, waiting for his turn. He tightened his suit around him and scratched his leg again before Carlos arrived too.

“Yes, you are very unsportsmanlike. I always said.” Carlos remarked. “They see you looking all cute and they think you’re a marshmallow. They don’t know like I do.” he added playfully.

Lando chuckled at that, shaking his head.

“I am a marshmallow.”

“That could kill you.” Carlos finished for him.

“I am cute, mate.” he insisted.

Carlos raised his right eyebrow up high.

“That, you are.” Carlos admitted.

Lando found his eyes that were already looking back and for a moment he wondered if he should laugh or-

“Mate, good racing, no?” Esteban Ocon approach them and -well, damnit Ocon.

Are you out? he received as he was watching Quadrant’s video he had yet to watch, while he was brushing his teeth.

No, too tired. he replied. You? he added just for the politeness of it.

We are close. Do you want to come here? he received. His heart immediately responded by beating harder than before, but Lando was not easy. He would never be.

What part of ‘I’m tired’ you did get?

Ok. We’ll talk in two weeks in Austria then.

Lando huffed. So, he was easy.

Send me your address.

He fixed his hair, as if he could tame it and readjusted his jeans, patting his thigh, which was a bit fuzzy tonight.

“You look good, despite the exhaustion.” Carlos remarked when he walked in.

Lando scoffed, taking his jacket off. “You don’t have to playboy me. I have already snogged you-”

He didn’t manage to finish his sarcastic utterance, as Carlos was already on him, having captured his lips, holding him in between his palms by his cheeks.

He let go only when he pulled back.

“Sorry. You don’t like being touched.” he whispered, almost on his lips.

“I like being touched by you.” Lando replied him, reaching for his back.

“You said otherwise.”

“Shut it. Kiss me again.” he commanded and Carlos listened.

“Lando,” he said. “I cannot stop thinking about you. What are you doing to me.” the Spaniard revealed.

“Do you say that to everyone?” Lando asked.

Carlos tightened his grip on Lando’s lower back and slightly shook him.

“No. Mierda, no.” he replied.

He took a step back and ran his fingers through his significantly longer locks.

“I-I turned the hot tub on. Come on.”

“What?”

“I owe you swimming lessons.” Carlos smirked.

Lando rounded his eyes and followed him to only find a massive tub that overlooked Montreal and for a moment, he wondered if Carlos had changed rooms and requested for it.

When he turned to him again, he had removed his shirt and even if Lando had seen him like this again, he felt his throat drying instantly.

“Come on,” he urged Lando and reached for his own t-shirt. Lando let him, raising his arms up.

“I don’t have trunks.”

“It’s fine.” Carlos smiled and reached for his buttons.

Lando’s breath hitched. He wasn’t embarrassed or something about the prospect of being naked in front of the other man, but the way Carlos slowly unbuttoned his jeans and looked at him was almost too intimate; too private.

Carlos started pulling his jeans down and tapped on his right leg and then on his left, disposing the trousers somewhere behind him. His palms slowly ran upwards, only squeezing the meat over his knee. Lando shut his eyes, diving into the incomparable feeling of being touched by Carlos. He was on fire. Up in flames.

But Carlos had stopped.

“What happened?” Lando asked him, lowering his gaze to find Carlos gazing at his leg. “Do I have something?” he curiously looked himself.

“Lando-” Carlos breathed out heavily. “What-what is this?” he asked.

Lando furrowed his eyebrows in utter puzzlement and crouched a bit to find out himself.

“That?” he pointed to his mark. “That’s my soulmate mark. I know it looks like lightning hit me, but it’s a soulmate mark.” he chuckled momentarily.

His scar was intricate. Inside his head, he always called it beautiful because he hadn’t seen anything like it before. It was in a convenient location, not visible for just anyone, it was intricate and very unique. Hard to miss. Its branches were small and white and all over the place, but perfectly cohesive and aesthetically pleasing.

“Carlos?” he called for him again, getting antsy.

He reached for his jaw, getting frustrated and when finally Carlos looked up, Lando parted his lips in surprise. A single tear had left Carlos’s left eye.

“What happened? Are you okay? What is it?” Lando asked, lowering himself on his knees too.

“L-Lando,” Carlos panted. “T-enemos-tenemos la misma m-marca.”

“What? Carlos! In English. Hell.” Lando tightened his grip on his jaw.

Carlos pushed his hand away then and jumped up, pulling on his waistband with trembling hands.

Lando fully, really, exaggeratedly gasped.

That was it. That was the mark.

On Carlos’s right thigh, mirroring his own perfectly. He reached for it, he crawled forward, reaching for the scar and when his thumb brushed through it they both groaned. Lando felt a jolt, a /lightning/, exactly as his mum had explained. As his brother had explained.

“Bloody hell. B-bloody hell.” he stuttered. “Is it the same?” he raised his gaze to Carlos.

The Spaniard only nodded, his turn then to wipe Lando’s tear away.

“Carlos, this is insane. This is mad.” he sobbed, letting his head fall on Carlos’s abdomen.

“This can’t be. Can it?” he heard Carlos asking in a pained voice.

“I don’t know, Carlos.” Lando mumbled on his skin. “Can I see?” he asked.

Carlos pulled on his curls, literally urging him to see again, make sure that it wasn’t false.

Lando ran his fingers on the scar again, making Carlos shiver to the mere movement.

“Shite…” Lando whispered, recognising every little branch and line. He leaned forward, gripping Carlos’s knee to hold himself and touched the spot with his lips.

It was.

It was the mark. The moment his lips touched the scarred skin, his heart stopped beating. It skipped a few beats, making him lose his breath, mind go up in chaos.

Carlos couldn’t hold himself up, he lowered down, carrying himself on his knees and immediately taking ahold of Lando.

“Mi amor,” he said and looked at him through beautiful, glossy eyes, full of tears and surprise. “This-this can’t be.” he said, kissing him stupid.

Lando gripped the sheet into his fist and let out a harsh moan. He opened his eyes and found Carlos looking at him with rough eyebrows.

“Carlos, I’m-I’m- going to c-”

“Por favor, mi amor.” he urged him.

And yes. Yeah, Carlos was his soulmate.

Fireworks were meaningless in front of the feeling he felt the moment of completion.

When finally Carlos laid next to him, panting and struggling for breath, Lando could see clearly then. It had always been Carlos.

Budapest was a figurative tragedy. The car updates were good but the heat was impossible to handle. His FP was oddly bad and he chose to relax in the hospitality, going through his phone with no purpose at all.

“Hola! Lando?” a familiar voice made his core shiver. A few moments later, Carlos appeared, holding two bottles of water. “Here amor.” he said lowly and plopped down next to him.

It had been a weird, quick change that none of them had to work hard for. Fate had done so and they had no problem going with it.

“So, what are you doing after Spa?” he asked him. “Any plans?”

“Oh, Max is pestering me to go to Mykonos.

Carlos pursed his lips, nodding.

“We could go. Although, I would prefer something more private. But if you want to go, we’ll go.” he said.

Lando squinted.

“You want to go?” he asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“With me?”

“Are you joking, cabrón?” Carlos asked him confused.

“I didn’t want to assume-”

“You should always assume.” Carlos cut him off. “You’re my soul. I want to be with you all the time.” he simply stated.

Lando felt his breath hitching. His heartbeat ascending and his eyes watering, all at once.

Carlos must have felt all of those things and he quickly took ahold of his hand, having no care in the world about anything.

“Mi alma…We’re each other’s, no?” Carlos whispered.

Lando nodded, sniffing. He wiped a stubborn tear with his other knuckle and coughed.

“Don’t be so cheesy, Carlos.” he mumbled.

Carlos laughed loudly then.

[fictionalmenxyn]

Mentions: one inappropriate word

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Y/n on an iPad

Price walks into break room: what are you up too Y/n?

Y/n: learning how to speak Spanish on duolingo so I can swear at Alejandro! :D

Price: oh god

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Ghost: what are you doing? Y/n?

Y/n: I’m placing googly eyes on Soap’s stuff cause he said has a phobia of being watched

Ghost: why did we agree to give you an Amazon account?

Y/n: cause you all love me, duh?

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Gaz: right what does that word say?

Y/n: *confidently* orgasm!

Gaz: IT SAYS ORGANISM STUPID!

The crew laughing quietly to themselves

Y/n: IM DYSLEXIC GAZ!

Gaz: oh yeah.. forgot

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Alejandro: you can’t put that in the microwave, maldito idiota (you fucking idiot)

Y/n: oh you wanna play that game, alright then. si quieres jugar, jugaré mal, perra (if you wanna play games I’ll play games, bitch)

Alejandro: *proud inside that they can now speak spanish*

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Soap: *in Y/n’s room and sits on bed while she sits ask her desk doing paperwork* so how can you tell a man likes you?

Y/n: when they stare at you like they are about to attack you or when they can tell good dad jokes

Soap: really?!

Y/n:idk but that’s what Ghost does right?

Soap: yeah?

Y/n: exactly

Soap: so you think he likes me?

Y/n: idk? I’m not exactly a psychic am I? Although I wouldn’t mind being one..

Soap: you going off track..

Y/n: well.. I think so I have a feeling. Go with your gut and maybe idk easy your way into asking him or do things that might suggest he is flirting or sumin’

Soap stands up about to leave

Soap: thanks, your the best

Y/n: No problemo!

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[deadghosy]

PLS I NEED MORE OF THE M&M DUO X READER ANYTHING PLS😭😭

M&M AND YOU + PLUS DIFFERENT SCENARIOS

“Mason, bro have you heard about the queen dying?” You said as you walked in with a mug with soda in it.

“NOOOO NICKII!!! WHY COULDNT IT BE MEEE!!😭😭” mason said as he gets on the ground screaming to the sky

“Bro…they mean the queen of England-” Miguel said as he picks Mason up from the back of his shirt

“Oh.”

“Yeah you fücking dumbass.”

“At least we out lived here.”

You and Robin: “MASON-”

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Mason: Bae! Baby! Where are you?

You: right here! *you wave towards Mason and Miguel as they walk through the front door from their work*

Miguel: Hey cariño!

*miguel jumps onto the couch with you*

Mason: you wont believe how tired I am. Surprisingly Miguel still has fuckin energy😐

You: hahah. Well come here macey, lay down beside me.

Mason walks to the couch and put his head to your lap. You slowly comb your fingers through your hair. He relaxes at your touch and his eyelids slowly start to get heavier.

*yawnn*

You: you tired hon?

Mason: yeah….

Mason finally falls asleep to your touch as Miguel watches with a smile while making you your favorite drink.

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Miguel is yelling cuss words in Spanish due to dying again for the 12th time on roblox doors.

“PUTO ESTÚPIDO CULO OJO MONSTRUO MIERDA CABEZA. ¡IDIOTA DE MIERDA! ESPERO QUE TU MADRE TRAGUE LA PRÓXIMA VEZ!”

(FUCKING STUPID ASS EYE MONSTER SHIT HEAD. FUCKING IDIOT! I HOPE YOUR MOTHER SWALLOWS NEXT TIME!)

“Miggy….it’s 12 in the fuckin’ Morin….GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!”

“Oh shit…sorry cariño…”

“It’s ok, just come to bed. Mason is probably cold rn with you n me not in bed” you said yawning after that sentence.

Miguel takes off his game piece and turns off his game. Stretching as he gets up. “Alright amor im up. Let’s go sleep.” He said with a small smile as he walks toward you with a tired smile.

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You, Miguel, and mason went to the Halloween horror nights together. You like horror stuff as much as Miguel as mason….he’s kinda in the middle of liking it and not liking it.

“WOAH” you exclaimed while standing amazed at the entrance. Miguel laughs at your excitement while Mason records your reaction to the front of the tour.

Mason is most likely going tot hold your hand all the way in the night. Literally following you around like a lost puppy. And when he gets scared. He grabs you and makes sure you are in front of him protected. You close to his chest and him having his arms around you.

Miguel is the one to both hold you and Mason behind him if the jump scare is in front of you. You know that monster thingy that Miguel was scared of? Yeah, Miguel literally grabs you and either pushes you in front of it or pushes you behind him with his arm out still scared.

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[ramblingoak]

To Borrow A Rat

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 5 - Animals

Terzo x Omega

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ Terzo is the mayor of Lucifer's Hollow and Omega recently moved there to open a vet clinic, Paws and Claws ~

Warnings: cuteness (i hope) and fluff, sfw, 1,700 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

“I need to borrow one of your rats.”

Terzo ignored the bewildered look Copia gave him and went right for the cage against the office wall.  Three pairs of eyes peered at him curiously, unsure of what to make of the person now attempting to open their cage.  

“Get your hands off of that, idiota!” 

“Ai!  Just for a little while!”  When Copia swatted at the back of his head Terzo spun around with a hiss,  “I will bring it right back.”

“You’re not borrowing a rat.”  Copia managed to get between his brother and the cage.  Two sets of mismatched eyes glared at each other until eventually Terzo flounced away, going over to the couch along the opposite wall and flinging himself onto it.  “Terzo, why do you want to borrow a rat?”

“Well, you see,”  Terzo sat there opening and closing his mouth while he seemed to debate on what to say to his brother.  “Ok.  The thing is…”

“Just spit it out, I am busy!”

“I met someone.”

“Oh Lucifer’s balls here we go.”

“Hey!  You asked and I am telling!”

“I should’ve guessed.”  Copia walked back over to his desk and sat down, grabbing the book he had been reading before Terzo barged in.  “You cannot borrow one of my rats.  Especially for whatever the fuck you were planning.”

“Aren’t you curious?”

“No, no I am the opposite of curious.  Please stop talking.”

“His name is Omega.”

“The veterinarian?”  Terzo nodded enthusiastically but when he started to speak again Copia waved him off.  “No.  That’s a horrible plan.”

“You haven’t even let me tell you the plan!”

“You want to borrow one of my perfectly healthy rats, pretend it’s sick and then take it to the vet to waste Omega’s time all under the pretense of trying to get a date with him.”

“What the fuck.”

“Please leave poor Omega alone, you’re gonna run him out of town before he’s even settled in.”

“Fratellino.”  Terzo got up from the couch, wandering over to Copia with his hands clasped together.  “Copia, per favore.  I uh, I like him.”

“Then talk to him like a normal person.”

“Where?  How?  I never run into him even in this tiny fucking town.”

“Then how do you know that you like him?”

“I have a feel—“  When Copia groaned, Terzo reached forward and grabbed the book out of his hands, smacking him over the head with it.  “Fucking listen you stronzino!  I have a feeling, ok?  I met him at the ribbon cutting for his clinic and there was something there.  I swear to you.”

“Ok!  Ok, I get it.”  Copia lowered his head into his hands, rubbing at his face violently before looking back up at Terzo.  “Why can’t you just go there and talk to him?” 

“I can’t do that.”

“Terzo, you are the mayor.  This is your town, sì?  You could do anything.”

“SÌ, like borrowing a rat because my plan is better.”

“No.”

“You have three rats you can loan me one for a few fucking hours!”

“Get out before I have Aether drag you out.”

“He wouldn’t.”

“Alright, fine.  But I’ll call Secondo and he will.”  

Another stare off began but as soon as Copia reached for his cell phone Terzo growled and stalked towards the door.  A vicious string of Italian trailed behind his brother until Copia heard the front door slam shut.    

Omega checked his clipboard quickly before quickly heading into the exam room.

“Alright I hear we have a rat not feeling the be–oh.  Hello.”

“Ciao.”  The mayor of Lucifer’s Hollow fidgeted in place before gesturing towards the white rat sitting on the table.  “This is my rat and he is ah.  Sick.”

“I didn’t know you had rats too.”

“Oh sì, me and Copia.”  Terzo reached out as if to pet the animal but then quickly pulled his hand away.  “We are rat…fans.”

“They’re a good choice, they make amazing pets.”  

Omega smiled at the man while he moved closer.  He had not expected to see him again, not since the somewhat disastrous ribbon cutting for the opening of his clinic, Paws and Claws.  Disastrous since Omega could not stop himself from staring at Terzo openly.  There had even been a horrific moment when he couldn’t help himself and had leaned in close to smell him.  Honestly the whole event was embarrassing and he had done nothing but kick himself since.

“He is an amazing little uh, thing.”

“What’s his name?”  

Omega glanced up from the information sheet after noticing Terzo had left that part blank.  The man stared at him blankly for a handful of seconds, seemingly at a loss for words.  Terzo looked down at the rat which was busy cleaning itself, its little hands rubbing across its head. 

“Il suo nome?”  Omega nodded when Terzo looked back to him, mismatched eyes meeting his purple ones.  “Bello.”

“Bello?  I like that, is it Italian?”  Terzo pressed his lips together, nodding his head quickly.  “Well it’s nice.  He looks just like Copia’s rat, Brizio.  Are they from the same litter?”

He only got a few nods in return and man, this was awkward as hell.  Omega suppressed a sigh as he moved closer to the exam table, his hands reaching out towards the small animal.  It was pretty clear Terzo had zero interest in him, the man could barely look him in the eyes.  All the silly fantasies Omega had created since meeting him dissipated and he was left with the almost overwhelming feeling that had made him leave his previous home and move here in the first place.

The overwhelming feeling of being alone.

Omega cleared his throat as he let Bello sniff at his hands.  He felt a little nibble on one of his claws and he couldn’t help but laugh, this one was definitely related to Brizio.  Copia’s rat had done the same thing.  

“You are very good with animals.”

Terzo’s voice startled him, the accented voice sounding much warmer than it had a moment ago.  He looked up to see Terzo staring at him, something unreadable on his face.

“It helps being a quintessence ghoul, probably cheating even.  Since I can help keep them calm.”  Omega picked up Bello when the rat climbed onto his hand, bringing him a bit closer to look him over.  “You said he was sneezing?”

“Who?”  Terzo blinked a few times before shaking his head,  “Oh Bello, sì.  Lots of sneezing.”

A phone ringing cut through the air and Terzo cursed under his breath before shoving his hand in his jacket pocket.  He took a quick glance at the screen before declining the call and putting it away.

“Is it possible he got something in his nose?  His breathing sounds fine.”  

The phone rang again and while he held his stethoscope to Bello’s side Terzo turned away to answer the call.  Omega tried not to eavesdrop but it was clear whoever was on the other end was angry although he couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“I am busy!”  Terzo ended the call while he turned around, wincing when he saw Omega staring at him.  “Mi dispiace.”

“It’s ok, I can’t even imagine how busy you probably are.”

“Not busy enough to come see you.”  Omega nearly dropped the rat at Terzo’s words.  He felt his cheeks pink up, a look that Terzo started to mirror before he held his hands up.  “With my rat!  See you with my rat.  Since you are the rat…doctor.”

Damn.

“Yeah that’s me.  The rat doctor.”  He knew he was doing a terrible job hiding his disappointment but he couldn’t help it.  With a sigh he set Bello down and took a few steps back from the table to lean against the door.  “He’s perfectly healthy so no need to worry.”

“Oh well, bene!  Good.”  Terzo reached out for the rat, hesitating briefly before awkwardly picking it up.  “I suppose that’s it then.”

“Yep.  But if you hear anything else feel free to ca–shit!”

The door opened up behind him causing Omega to stumble back into the hallway.  He ended up falling against whoever had opened it and the two barely stayed upright.  Omega could feel the irritation coming off of whoever it was in waves and when he finally straightened up he found himself staring into a different set of odd colored eyes.

“Terzo!  Sei uno stupido stronzo, where is he?!”

Omega watched as the two men both let loose a string of Italian at each other, vicious sounding words that had him flinching.  He felt like an intruder, although this was his damn clinic, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave.  It wasn’t until a gentle hand on his shoulder startled him that he managed to look away.

“Sorry about this.”  Aether wandered by and went into the room to collect the rat before coming back out to stand with Omega.  “Copia insisted on coming to get Brizio.”

“Brizio?”  Omega looked down at the rat in confusion before looking into the room at the arguing brothers.  “I thought this was Bello.”

His friend let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head as he looked back into the room as well.

“Copia does tell him he’s handsome a lot but no.  This is Brizio.”

Unholy hell this was confusing.  Omega kept glancing between the rat and Terzo, trying to put everything together.  The brothers were still only using Italian but when Omega finally caught Terzo’s eyes the man’s face flushed before he looked back at Copia.  Wait…

“Bello means handsome?”  

Aether nodded, a knowing smirk on his face.  Omega found himself unable to bite back a smile, even after digging his fangs into his bottom lip.  He checked the time on his watch before scribbling his number on a corner of the exam form and tearing it off to hand to Aether.

“What’s this?”

Omega ignored Aether for a moment, looking back at Terzo with a grin.  He winked at the man, pleased beyond belief when Terzo’s mouth fell open in surprise.  After a few seconds of eye contact Omega turned back to Aether, slapping his friend on the shoulder before going to another exam room and his next appointment.

“Tell Terzo I do house calls.”

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[peterhollandkait]

Coming soon: Everything I Know Leads Me Back to You

A Frankie Morales x reader fic

Summary: Four months ago, your childhood best friend and first love Frankie Morales showed up on your doorstep strung out on cocaine, mumbling words you hadn’t heard him say since high school. You fight your feelings as long as you can, trying to keep him at a distance. But what happens when you give in and it eventually falls apart?

Sneak preview below the cut:

“I uh,” Frankie started, rubbing a hand up and down on his jeans, the other holding tightly to the beer bottle. “I got busted. It’s not a big deal…actually, it’s a big deal.”

Pope looked over at his friend, taking in his nervousness. “Coke?” Frankie barely glanced at him before he continued. “Jesus, Frankie.” Pope sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “What happened?”

Frankie let out a deep breath before relaying the last two years to his friend. How he thought he was doing alright, until he wasn’t. How you took him in and cared for him when he was at his worst.

“And you still don’t think she’s in love with you, hermano? Mierda Frankie, eres un idiota.” Santiago shook his head, grinning at his counterpart.

“Why would she take me back after all these years? All I’ve ever done is hurt her.” Frankie removed his hat, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t deserve her, I never have.”

“Well, maybe not, but she has never stopped loving you, man. If I was a stranger, I’d think the two of you were married already. She wouldn’t have taken you in if she didn’t care.”

Frankie sighed, rolling the hat in his hands. The thing had been through hell and back over the years, with a small tear in the fabric at the back and sweat stains on the inside. But it was his favorite hat, one you had given him in high school after the neighbor’s dog had chewed his Astros cap to hell.

“Listen,” Santiago started, breaking Frankie’s disassociation. “I’ll shut up about the whole thing, I will. But do me a favor and ask her out. I promise you, she’ll say yes.”

[glaciertea]

Masterlist here~

Tales the Songs Weave

Notes: Miguel is enjoying your presence with each passing day. Realizations is slowly creeping through.

Chapter 6: Tell Me that You Love Me...

Word count: 2.1K

Three weeks passed when you first officially hung out.

Six weeks when Miguel's “tabs” turned into genuine daily conversations ranging from text messages to phone calls that he never imposed on missing.

Nine weeks when things began to take a turn.

Over the course, you two have gotten closer. Miguel would sneak from his workstation over to your humble abode at any chance that was available. 

It eventually became a routine, a regime. Wednesday nights were the ceremonial ‘hangout days,’ as you had every Thursday off.

And every Wednesday, Miguel had justifications on precisely why he should not be troubled on that particular day.

“I need to double check if the code for stabilizing dimensions is up to date.” Liar.

“I'm performing augmented machinery work for the portal watches. They've been malfunctioning for me.” Bullshit.

“I'm tired.” That was sort of true, but it never slowed him down before.

Whenever someone even attempts to debate or raise any doubts, he flares, defensively striking more so than usual. It became a phrase around the coven of Spider-people.

“Be careful; it's ‘Snappy Wednesdays’ for Miguel.” Would be telephoned throughout.

It vexed him to no end. If he wanted to remain unbothered, he should just be permitted to do so with no hassle. But no, it's never that easy for him. It was never easy until he crossed that threshold. 

When he steps through your door, the stress and the unease lingers yet vanish. A strange balance.

“Are they still giving you hell about leaving?”

You poured the boiled noodles into a cauldron as Miguel was sprawled out on your couch, his sheathed claws harshly massaging his temples.

“Yes, and today was no better. I swear if I hear one more, ‘but are you sure you want to leave? It's a scary world out there,’ I'm going to lose it ¿Por qué tengo que ser uno para ponerlos todos? ¿Por qué me estoy plagando de estos idiotas?”

You peer up at the grouchy man and smile. 

“I just don't understand why they're not used to it by now. I mean, maybe the first or second time it'll be weird, but the fifth or sixth? It's just a routine at that point. Or maybe that's just me. I can't speak for everyone.” You giggle, dumping the spaghetti in the meat sauce, and begin to stir.

“No, you're right. I just wish they would get used to it. Having to endure this shit is mind-numbing.”

You hobbled over to him with a giant bowl of pasta for him and a decent portion for you.

“Well, I hope there's some solace here. Even if it's just a smidgen.” You wormed your way right next to him before handing him his portion, crossing your legs on the sofa.

“Trust me when I say there's peace within these walls.” Miguel twirled the fork around.

“As peaceful as an apartment building can get, so a good forty-five percent.”

“Why so low?”

“Have you ever heard neighbors going at it in the middle of the night? I mean, they're certainly finding solace in each other! There's other factors, of course, but that's the biggest.”

A shared laugh broke out as you sighed in unison.

A comforting quietude rested; the only sounds being made were the clanking and clattering of the forks against the bowls.

“I've been meaning to ask, what's the name of the store you work for?” He filled in a little bit of space between you two.

“Huh, I never told you? I swore I did.”

Miguel shook his head.

“Guess I've gotten so comfortable around you, my brain assumes I did tell you.”

That rocked Miguel. You felt comfort in his presence? Was it an obligation or authentic? He disrupted that train of thought and briskly attuned his focus back to you.

“Alright, are you ready for the name?” You perched your dish on the table, relaxing your palms on your full belly.

“Sí, tan listo como siempre lo estaré. Go for it.”

“Adequate Antique Antics.”

Miguel's eyes flickered as his brain made an effort to process what you said.

“Adequate anti- what now?”

“Adequate Antique Antics. Bit of a tongue twisting mouthful, isn't it?”

He nodded in agreement, setting his bowl next to yours.

“Eso estuvo delicioso. So why did she name the store that?”

Your face heated at the compliment he gave you. He was just expressing that he enjoyed the spaghetti. Yet it made you giddier than how you normally would react.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it. And she didn't pick it–a family-owned business. You know how that goes.” Settling more onto the couch, minding the glass bowls, you prop your feet and free a displeasing sigh.

“She's been in a fight with her parents to change the name ever since I can remember. And oh my gosh, I'm still hearing about it until this day!”

Miguel blinked as he waited for you to continue. A week or so ago, he picked up on your facial expressions when you were done speaking. 

And you clearly weren't.

“For nearly three and a half years I've been working there, she somehow manages to bring up the argument for the name every day without fail! And here I'm thinking I'm persistent, but my goodness!”

Miguel snickered at your heated explanation. “Ronnie sounds very vehement.”

“I prefer hard-headed. But that works too.”

You grin at each other as you pretend to readjust yourself, scooting closer to him.

“I'm weirdly tempted to meet this Ronnie and see what she's like in person.”

You blew a raspberry before flinging a hand over your mouth. You possibly got too comfortable around him. 

Miguel lifted a brow at that reaction from you. He's never seen you do that before.

“Ah! I'm sorry! An atypical response I get sometimes. Just a slip of the tongue.” You cringed at the unintentional pun.

“I think it's adorable.” Now it was Miguel's turn to wince. The difference was that he hid it well.

You squirmed in your seat before mentally scolding yourself.

“Oh, thank you. That's very sweet of…”

You trailed off, gazing into his hypnotizing, vermillion eyes. Miguel returned the stare, taking in every part of your face. 

Every inch, from your eyes, your nose, your lips, and more. How your skin gleamed–even if the lights were dimmed in your apartment, it still managed to make you shine ever so brightly.

Dazing back simultaneously, you both spun your heads towards the front. Your heart pounded so hard that even your stomach felt it. Miguel controlled his breathing, his cheeks heating up. 

He couldn't. He shouldn't.

“Um, but yes, if you want to. Ronnie can be a bit of an intense menace, but she means well. Well, as well as one can mean.”

“That's how I feel about Peter.” Miguel grumbled. Even speaking his name causes him to instinctively grouch about it.

“From the stories you told about him, putting those two together under one roof?” You shuddered just at the thought of it.

“She can't be as bad as Peter.”

You gave Miguel a tentative look.

“It's that bad?”

You heavily nodded your head. “Minus the baby.”

“Funny how we both have someone who causes some sense of hassle.”

You gave a crooked smile. “It's a curse but also a blessing. Because at the end of the day, we know they just want the best.”

“For themselves?”

“Yes, but also in general. Though I don't fully agree with the methods she uses, Ronnie will always have my back. For example, if ever I need a day off for an emergency, I know I will receive it. Or when she told me I get every Thursday off. I was skeptical at first, but no, she kept her word. I only had to come in one Thursday because it was so heavily swamped, but I did not mind whatsoever. She goes out of her way to help me, and if she ever needs something, I'm willing to sacrifice to help her out. And I'm sure if you ever required anything, Peter would be there for you, and in return, you would do the same for him.”

Miguel could only gape.

“Heck, that even goes for us. Remember the first time you slept over? I told you I wouldn't let you suffer because you also helped me.”

You laid your head back and stared at the ceiling.

“Some may see it as a beneficiary sort of deal. I helped this person out, so I should get something in return. Even though we humans are very reliant on one another in certain ways, some can use it for selfish needs.”

You began to leisurely drum on your stomach.

“I personally like to think it's a give and give, with an occasional receive. Self-sacrifice? Maybe that's what I'm thinking of. I don't mind giving, but I'm also human, so if one is glad to lend more, then I'm going to return that favor, if not extra.”

Jutting up from your laid-back posture, you rotated your body toward him.

“I'm so sorry for the rambling. I hope anything I said made even a lick of sense.”

Your voice was slightly panicked before Miguel placed his hand on your arm, making sure to retract his claws.

“No, you're fine. I understood what you were alluding to.”

Your eyes landed on his fingers. They were calloused against your skin. He was always gentle around you.

“You aren't necessarily afraid to give and get nothing in return. But you're willing to go beyond and above for those who also have your best interests in mind.”

“Yeah! Wow, you summed up my spiel so easily. It might be that super duper smart spider brain.”

You giggled as his shoulders shook with a breathless laugh.

“Si. My spider brain is too highly advanced for many common people.”

You stared at him. He meant for it to come off as a joke. The problem was that his delivery was stern and dry. It almost sounded as if he suggested it as more of a statement.

He began to tighten until your face creased buoyantly. “It undoubtedly is for me. I'm going to assume jokes don't come easy for you?”

He slumped, and his jaw slackened. “I've been told I'm not funny.”

“You give me more sarcasm vibes than jokey ones. And I do enjoy a good sarcastic reply.”

You nudge him mischievously, garnering a joking eye roll. 

You two carried on your conversation until, at one point, Miguel self-reflected while you went to the shower.

Miguel bit his bottom lip as his mind raced to the earlier conversation. He sacrifices, but does he self-sacrifice? He gives up so much for the others, but do they even acknowledge his efforts? He’s aware they won't do the same, but would it be different if it were someone closer? 

It never crossed his mind how much he exactly does. The trillions that he's keeping safe. He's willing to let a few things go for them.

The one he truly wanted to keep safe is gone. He would be ready to give up everything just for her.

Miguel got startled as your voice sprang from the corner.

“You know what I was thinking–you should visit the antique shop! It would be fun to show you all the vintage items scattered!”

Sensing that there was something off, you sped over to him.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

Miguel bowed his head. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just lost in thought.”

“Well, if you ever wanna talk about it, just let me know, okay?” You rubbed his shoulder, kneading it some to relieve a bit of pressure. “Know I'm here for you.”

That smile. That tranquil, patient smile you give him makes his heart skip a beat. Those considerate sparkling eyes that have him believe things are okay, even if it's just for a split second.

Would he give everything up for you as well?

A string breaks loose.

He decided to not dwell on it anymore.

“What were you saying before you came in?” He smoothly switched the conversation.

“Oh! You should visit the shop. If you want to or have time, of course. We're open from nine until seven.”

“I'll try, but I don't know if I really can during the day.”

You swallowed your disappointment and waved your hand. “Remember, just an offer! I'll probably still be working there for the next few years anyway, so I'm sure we'll still get time in the future.”

He was shocked. You would still want to be around him? He doesn't believe he's particularly special.

And there are just too many wrongs within him that would turn anyone away.

“Yeah, I will see.”

You flopped yourself on the sofa as you proceeded to converse until Miguel had to leave.

“We will see.” He murmured, staring up at your apartment complex, and trudged away.

Ch.5<< >>Ch.7

[whimsykeii]

Talking Shit

Miguel, remember that saying about assuming?

The reader doesn't speak Spanish, and Miguel (understandably) assumes they're completely monolingual. They're not.

Spoiler free, nothing romantic, and SFW (unless you count arguing and being petty as flirting). Brought on by several posts about properly writing Spanish for Miguel fanfics and my own limited speaking ability.

Spiderman 2099 was cool to watch if you were a fan of Spawn, Blade or Ghost Rider minus the bike. That's Jess's department. As a colleague, you think you've met alcoholics with more social tact and less anger issues than this guy. He respects few, likes even fewer, and not once have you seen him smile, even when Peter B. started to bring his daughter to work.

Are you in this small, elite group of people Miguel doesn't treat like a public nuisance? No, no you aren't.

Do you want to be? Not particularly but it would be nice to be told a genuine "nice work" every once in a while.

As a matter of fact, it would be even nicer if he didn't go out of his way to insult you. You aren't so conceited as to think it was more personal than it is, except he clearly thinks you're dumber than you actually are. The language barrier was a huge part of that.

Gone were the days of assuming that someone speaking a different language in the same room as you were doing it to insult you, but with Miguel O'Hara? Not unlikely. That asshole probably does talk shit when he thinks no one else in the room can understand him.

"Sooo, how's the nursery coming along, Jess?" Jess lit up and started talking about the various color and design setups she and her husband had been brainstorming– most of them on the gender neutral side to account for the baby's gender being a surprise. That and it would be easier to adjust according to said baby's gender once they arrived. Jess's adoration for her spouse during her pregnancy was palpable and it made you a little jealous. You hoped to find someone as open-minded and supportive as him if you decided you're ready to start a family. The cafeteria was quieter tonight and you glance by the empanada stand. Miguel hasn't been by yet. Great! Maybe you could snag one and try to see why he liked them so much.

By the time you got around to getting one, there were only three left. Wonderful. Just as you reached for one, your hand brushed against Miguel's. "Excuse me," you mumble on reflex and go for another one. Trying to quell the immediate tense air, you turn back to Jess. "Jess, you want an empanada?" Jess glanced at you, then to Miguel with a small, cat-like grin.

"Nah, I'm alright. I don't want Miguel trying to kill me." In response, Miguel scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"And risk destroying your universe, not to mention losing one of the most competent agents here? I'd be stupid to." They banter back and forth for a bit, with Jess joking that she was still not certain he wouldn't leave her to face a tough villain alone for 50¢. He didn't deny it completely. He would, but for way more than 50¢. Gotta have some sort of standards.

"Damn, boss. That's cold." You lightly commented after sitting back down, to which Miguel shrugged and proceeded to eat his empanada. One bite in and he immediately frowned up, dropping the empanada back on his plate and grumbling in Spanish.

"Claro que la maldita empanada está fría..."¹ You were no Spanish expert, but something tells you the empanadas were cold. To test your theory, you asked him about it and got a glare and a dry response for asking. Really? Now, you don't like when hot foods are cold as much as the next person, but it wasn't your fault they weren't fresh.

"Why don't you just heat it back up? The microwaves are free." Miguel looked at you like you had just accused him of doing something completely out of character, like smile unprompted. Clicking his tongue, he sort of scoffed.

"¿Qué eres, un idiota?"² Oh. Oh, so it's like that, huh?

"What?"

"Never mind. I'll just find something else." Once Miguel started scouring the cafeteria for a passable substitute, you could still hear him complaining. You didn't catch on to everything, but you could make out a few key phrases. He mumbled something including multiverso³, caliente o fresca⁴, niño⁵, éstupido⁶ and vacaciones⁷. Ha! As if Miguel O'Hara, lord of workaholics, would actually consider a vacation.

Once he left, you turned to Jess with the most grave expression on your face.

"That man was just talking shit."

"Uhn-uh, we are not doing the whole 'Mexicans only talk shit in Spanish' thing-"

"No, no. What he said before he left? Not entirely, but he did call me stupid- twice, actually. I think he's just grumpy the empanadas are cold." Jess blinked slowly, as if you had cracked the code to a difficult algorithm.

"He's always grumpy- you speak Spanish?!" You made a gesture to convey your limited understanding and explained what little you did know. Growing up around a lot of Latino people, it would be a little odd if you didn't pick up a few words over the years. Before Jess could make any sort of plan to tell Miguel, you begged her not to. The next time he talked shit to you to your face, you wanted to surprise him. She shrugged and went back to talking about the nursery she and her husband were making. Maybe it's funnier that way.

A week later, you got the chance to display your somewhat elementary understanding of Spanish when he started grousing about something you and Hobie did in Spanish.

"Cállate, you... viejo vaca!"⁸ Miguel looked up from your reports and slowly turned his head to you with incredulity and confusion and just a bit of annoyance.

"...You speak Spanish?"

"Not really-"

"Clearly." He tossed the papers aside and looked at you fully. You roll your eyes.

"BUT, I understand enough. And if you're going to call me stupid, don't pick words most English speakers can guess. You actually called me stupid over empanadas! Do you ever have anything nice to say?" Miguel chuckled humorlessly, said nothing for some time and then dismissed you. If you were foolish, you'd swear he was surprised enough to stop. But you know better. Miguel has never been one to throw a rock and hide his hand. And once he got an idea in his head about anything, it was easier to climb Mt. Everest than to change his mind.

When he gave you a huge stack of paperwork a few days later, right as you were getting ready to have lunch, you knew that he hadn't let it go. That was only made more obvious when the stack of paper came with a sticky note, a English-Spanish dictionary and a Spanish language workbook for kids. The sticky note read:

Es '¡cállate, vaca vieja!' NO 'viejo vaca'.⁹ Buen intento, cariño¹⁰ :)

Well. Maybe he can say something nice. Even if it was petty.

~ Key

"Of course the damn empanada is cold..."

"What are you, an idiot?"

Multiverse

Hot or fresh

Kid

Stupid

Vacation

A poor attempt to say "shut up, you old cow!"

"It's (the correct form of ^) NOT...

"Nice try, sweetheart" :)

[findingnemosworld]

𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬.

( 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤!!! 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝟓 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐨����𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 … )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

Sergio Ramos, a name that terrorized several teams in Spain and all across Europe - he was not in any way, shape or form a soft person on the pitch, his defense skills had garnered him a reputation for being someone you definitely do not want to cross on the football pitch, so naturally his daughter, Gabriella Ramos had inherited her father's temper on the pitch.

Y/N loves her husband and while she wanted Gabriella to inherit even the slightest bit of her personality, it seemed from the time she could make sense of the world, she was her father's mini me, fussy, talkative and an overall energetic person and the most terrifying trait she could have gained from her father was ... his temper.

Since Sergio's return to his boyhood club, he opted to enroll Gabriella in the Sevilla youth academy, and while Y/N wasn't necessarily ok with the decision, she did not want to upset her husband or her little girl.

That evening, after a successful training session; Sergio, for some reason seemed to still have more energy to play with Gabriella in the living room while Y/N was occupied with making dinner for all of them - and just as she was mixing the seasoning for the chicken, she hears the sound of something shattering followed by her daughter's quite audible, "oops" which caused Y/N to sigh and move towards the counter of the open kitchen which overlooked the living room.

" What is it this time? " Y/N asks with a soft sigh, it wasn't the first time they'd broken something by playing football and it certainly wouldn't be the last time.

Sergio and Gabriella give her an innocent toothy smile, which might have worked on her had they not said the following.

" It was the vase that Abuela sent you " Gabriella admits with a sheepish expression before she points to her father. " Papá broke it "

Sergio looks at her, " Hey, I thought we agreed that we both take the fault "

Gabriella giggles, " No Papá, i wasn't the one who kicked the ball "

Y/N looks at her husband, " I see "

" Amor, it was just harmless fun " Sergio retorts in defense.

" Ok " Y/N responds with a tone that was alarmingly calm.

Sergio walks into the kitchen and stands behind her, " Amor " he said with a small voice before wrapping his arms around her waist, then he buried his face in her neck.

" Sergio, I'm cooking " Y/N said with a warning tone.

" I'm not leaving until you're feeling better " Sergio murmurs, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

" Who said I'm not? " Y/N shrugs.

" Because I know you well enough to know that when you're calm, it doesn't mean you're actually calm " Sergio said.

Y/N rolls her eyes, " I'm fine so don't worry "

Suddenly, it wasn't just Sergio but also Gabriella who joined in on the hug. " Lo siento Mamá " she said.

Y/N's heart softened, " alright alright " she laughs, " I swear sometimes it feels like I have two children, not one "

Gabriella laughs, " Papá does act like a baby sometimes "

" He is a baby " Y/N giggles.

Sergio grins, then whispers lowly, " I'll show you who's the baby later "

Y/N's face reddened and she swats his arm, " Idiota "

Y/N was terrified, she'd been to several of the youth academy matches and a lot of people knew who her daughter was due to not just her last name, but also her intense defending skills which she inherited from her father. " I'm terrified " she whispers to Sergio who squeezes her arm and says, " Relax amor, it'll be fine. Gabi is a big girl now "

Y/N shoots him a glare, " How are you so calm? do you not see the amount of parents giving us the stink eye "

Indeed, several parents in attendance would look at them and then whisper amongst themselves, Sergio grins. " They just know that they don't stand a chance against my girl "

" Ay Dios mío " Y/N sighs and Sergio decides to make her even more stressed by laughing. " If something happens out there, I'm punishing you "

" What? why me " Sergio asks in surprise.

" Because, she's basically a miniature version of yourself and it's scary enough to have one of you, now Sevilla has two of you " Y/N states.

" All the more reason there is to celebrate " Sergio shrugs.

And indeed, her fears were rationalized during the match as the young girls were aggressively tackled to the ground by Gabriella which made Y/N shrink further while her husband, like the supporter he is of on pitch violence decides to scream 'THAT'S MY GIRL' every few minutes garnering unnecessary attention.

" Sergio, calm down " Y/N whisper shouts.

" Relax amor, I'm cheering my baby girl on " Sergio smiles.

The match ended with Sevilla's youth winning and as Gabriella walked to wave at her parents, Y/N noticed how the other girls scurried away when Gabriella looked at them, which caused her to look at Sergio and say, " I basically gave birth to a female version of you "

Sergio beams, " she did incredibly well "

The family of three return home, " Hija " Y/N looks at Gabriella, " who taught you all of these tackles "

Gabriella grins, " I watched Papá's old matches in Real Madrid, and he helped me train "

" You're going to be the best defender in the world, mariposa " Sergio grins.

" Hija, just make sure to be careful ok, don't go too aggressive " Y/N advises her.

" Don't worry Mamá, I am a big strong girl, I'm like Papá " Gabriella giggles.

" That's right " Sergio smiles.

[skywarpie]

Eye For An Eye

words: 7,267

Content: Dad Copia with a lot of angst because I can’t be normal about him.

Summary:  Consumption, also known as Tuberculosis --- A disease caused by bacteria that usually attacks the lungs. Highly contagious and almost always fatal.

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this started as a small dad copia fic and i went off i guess

April - 1875

Rain pelts the city for the third day in a row. Not uncommon for Italy this time of year, but certainly cumbersome to the inhabitants. The fat drops bounce off the cobblestones with a vengeance and then pool into ever growing swamps that litter the streets. Street lamps do little to illuminate the night as the rain comes down in sheets, making it almost impossible to see.

A figure weaves its way through the throngs of people, only to break out into a break neck speed once freed of them. It’s only then that the figure realizes they’re right in the middle of the street. They stay frozen in place as the low light illuminates an approaching carriage.

“Shit!” The driver yanks the reins to his horse in a poor attempt to stop. It doesn’t work

Wide fearful eyes stare at the beast that’s now rearing on its hind legs, front legs kicking through the air. And – oh, oh no. It's coming down in their general direction.

The figure, a man, lets out a startled yelp as the spell is broken. He dives out of the way, fearful of hooves connecting with his head. In the process his foot gets caught in his red cassock, tripping him and sending him face first into one of the dirty piles. (Well out of the way of the horse, thank god.)

“Fottuto idiota!” The cab driver screams as he directs the horse back on its path and they stamp off down the street.

The Cardinal sputters as he draws himself  to his feet. Something easier said than done when stuck in a soaked cassock. His nose hurts from where the bridge of it connected with the street stones but he doesn’t have time to worry about that. He snatches his biretta from the puddle and starts on his journey once again.

The house (if it can even be called that) that he rushes to is small and derelict. He’s tried to do some improvements himself but they haven’t turned out the way he wanted. The cost to hire someone is something that he hasn’t saved enough coin for just yet. He’s still newly appointed as Cardinal, meaning his pay grade hasn’t seen its increase just yet. (Not that he cares. That’s not why he became a Cardinal but god knows it would help.) The main thing is that the house is warm and dry. He had made it his first job to ensure all holes in the roof were repaired. The last thing they needed was to catch colds.

He yanks the door open with more force than necessary as he drags himself inside, listening to it slam behind him. The Cardinal takes this small moment of ease to gasp for air. Since he left nearly two hours ago it’s felt like he hasn’t been able to expand his lungs to the proper size.

“Finally! I was beginning to think you weren’t coming back. Did you get it?” A small portly woman rushes toward him expectantly.

He nods as a gloved hand rakes wet hair from his face. The leather squelching in the process.

The woman looks him up and down. “You look like shit.”

His brows furrow.

“Sorry Cardinale.”

“Is she alright?” His voice is tight.

The woman looks at him for a long moment almost like she’s deciding if she should tell the truth or not. “Do you have the horsetail?”

That would be a no.

“Yes.” He holds the plants out toward her. “It was harder to find than expected.” Remorse fills his voice at the thought of prolonging the suffering of the women in the other room.

“It’s alright.”

It’s not though, is it? The Cardinal can tell by the tense mechanical movements of the small woman before him. The way she puts too much force into grinding the plants with the stone.

“She’s dying.” His voice is flat as he says it. It’s a fact both of them had known for some time. “No cure for Consumption .” The doctor had told them. He remembers panicking and then shouting at the man how there must be something that can be done. “ Copia.” She had laid a soft hand on his forearm. “It’s okay. Let’s just make the most of it.” Her smile was weak as he stared at her with bewilderment. He had opened his mouth to argue but she had beat him to it. “ It’s in God’s hands. Isn’t that what you tell your congregations?” He had felt physically sick then and it was the first time he had actively reconsidered his faith. Would God really take something so important away from one of his most devout followers? The only reason they were allowed to remain married was due to the simple fact that he had already wed her before climbing the clergy ranks. They hadn’t been happy, but Copia was told as long as the two of them lived well away from the church, then he could keep his position. That and don’t mention her to anyone and pretend to be total strangers in public, something that proved to be harder than said.

“Yes.”

The woman’s voice brings him back to reality. She’s staring at him with – remorse…pity? Copia isn’t entirely sure which it is. He opens his mouth but he’s silenced.

“I think the baby should be fine. We just need to make sure it enters the world with as few issues as possible.”

Copia nods as he swallows around the lump forming in his throat. He remembers when they found out. The pair of them had been ecstatic to be parents. “They will be the most spoiled bambino in all the city!” He had proclaimed as they laid in bed in the aftermath of love-making. “Isn’t that against some sort of rule or something for clergy?” Her giggle had filled his ears and it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard – it’s not heard very often these days. “An exception can be made. ” He kissed her then and in that moment he had actually believed the lie. That the three of them would be able to live in quiet peace. But it was an illusion. Copia had known from the first mention of it that the baby would have to remain invisible. The church had allowed him to keep his marriage but he wasn’t so sure they’d be so accommodating with an added babe. But he had been able to live with that because at that moment it seemed like everything would work out. However, in reality the pregnancy had quickly proved to be too much on her already weakening body.

“I can see her?” It comes out like a question. A ridiculous thing since it’s his home and wife but just barging in without explicit permission seems wrong somehow.

“Best wait.”

His stomach twists at that but he nods in agreement. Out of the two of them, the midwife is the one who knows what she’s doing. The only thing he’d do is get in the way.

“I’ll come get you when it’s done.” She disappears back into the back room.

Copia finds himself trying to focus on anything but what’s currently unfolding in his home. Their home. The one that even though it had been less than desirable, she had worked to make it feel as homey as possible. She’d collected flowers that one weekend they had traveled to the countryside. The doctors had said the fresh air would improve her health. It hadn’t but Copia loved to pretend it did as he’d watch her traverse the fields, collecting flowers she thought were pretty and bringing them back home. “ I can dry these. My mother taught me how and then we can have some decor!” Her smile was contagious. “I think they’ll look good in the kitchen. How about you?” The kitchen was nothing but the main room to the house, a small hearth occupying the center that allowed for cooking and warmth. “ Si.”

When he’s anxious he fidgets. It’s something that he’s done since childhood. Something that the nuns at seminary were all too happy to beat out of him. However, it didn’t appear to work. Nervousness is part of his nature and it always will be.

He twists his biretta between his hands. The only thing this does is wring the water out of it. It soaks his gloves, more than likely ruining the leather. But he doesn’t care.

Copia loses track of time as he makes laps around the room. His mind racing with thoughts of how she’ll recover and when she does the three of them will move out of the city. He’ll give up his position in the clergy and get a simple trade job. He’s not too skilled when it comes to working with his hands, but he is good at financing. Copia knows all too well there are tons of little shops throughout the country that want a good bookkeeper. He can be that. The new house they will move to will be ten times better than this shack that they seem confined to. Everything will work out. Everyone will be okay. They will be happy.

He’s barely finished that last thought when a blood curdling wail bounces off the stone walls. His head jerks in the direction and he slides on still wet boots as he scrambles to their bedroom. It’s something he almost immediately regrets.

The next moments are a blur to him. One moment he’s at the door. The next he’s by the bed tears blurring his vision as he shouts at the woman tending to the newborn. Then he’s grasping his wife and there’s blood everywhere. It seems impossible but it looks like blood is filling the room. There should not be that much blood. That’s bad. There shouldn’t be —

“Here!” The midwife shoves a wailing infant into his arms and shoves him out of the room, the door slamming in his face.

Copia stands there numbly. His eyes stare blankly at the door. Then, several moments later, almost as if in a haze, he blinks and looks down at the babe in his arms. His brows raise as if to ask “How did you get here?”

That’s all he remembers before the walls close in on him and everything around him turns to darkness.

—------

July – 1875

She’s lingered far longer than either he or the midwife originally thought she would. Copia isn’t complaining about that, he’s more than happy to still have his wife around. Though he’s not so thrilled about the suffering she’s continued to have to endure. Most days she doesn’t leave their bed. On good days she’s awake and coherent, but for the most part she sleeps and coughs. She coughs a lot.

Her coughs are very different than they were when they first started. Then she had coughed up mostly phlegm. The doctor had said that was common but as the disease progressed so would the cough and it seemed just that was happening. Copia found himself grimacing each time he heard it. It was wet and harsh and there was blood.

“ For the most part you will be coughing up the normal things. Phlegm. That’s about it. As it progresses there will be blood. A lot of it. At that point your lungs have had all they can handle.” The doctor had said it so calmly like Copia hadn’t been sitting there with his world crumbling around him. Once again she had reassured him. “ It’s alright. We don’t need to worry just yet.” Then she smiled and Copia had felt nauseous.

Her ever worsening condition had made it hard for Copia to travel to the other side of the city for work. Between her and the babe, he felt obligated to remain with them. There was no way that she could care for their daughter on her own. His absence had been duly noted by other clergy members and the days that he had managed to make it back to work, they made sure he knew how troublesome it was becoming.

The issue with hardly working was the fact that in return he was receiving hardly any money. And with no money came no food which was something he was desperate to still be able to provide her with. It was also becoming abundantly clear that he would have to find a wet nurse for the baby. That also required money.

It was also becoming clear that he was overworking himself. Funny really considering he wasn’t actually working per-say.

On one particularly warm July morning when Lia, his wife, was feeling well enough to sit up in bed and cradle the baby she had talked him into going into work, even if for only a couple hours. “We will be fine.” Her smile had no radiance in it. It felt hollow. In that brief moment Copia nodded in agreement and grabbed his biretta. “I will be back home before sunset.” It had been a promise that both knew wouldn’t be kept. The church would work him overtime for missing his duties. But he was good with numbers and quick with financing. He would be done in no time. Is what he had told himself. In fact, I will make the effort to surprise her and get home earlier than i anticipated. Copia had smiled to himself, mind set.

When he had returned home that night, well past sunset, he was greeted to the sound of a wailing baby and a dead wife.

—--

September 1880

A stack of papers is dropped on his desk with a loud thud. Copia awakes with a start, head shooting up and eyes full of alarm as he looks around for the sound of the intrusion.

In front of his desk stands Cardinal Paolo. His expression is one of irritation as he glares down his sharp nose at Copia.

Copia has always thought the man looked like a fox. Acted like one too. The last person to be trusted with any secret information would be Paolo.

“Sleeping on the job is not allowed.”

Copia’s upper lip twitches. If he weren’t so exhausted he’d gladly provide a witty retort but that requires brain power he doesn’t have right now. “Apologies.”

Paolo continues to sneer. There’s another reason for this impromptu visit. He knows.

“Cardinal Alessio wants you in his office.”

Ah, there it is. Great. Copia gives a sigh of defeat. “Grazie.” Paolo stands there a moment more with narrowed eyes, almost as if waiting for him to take the bait. He doesn't.

The other man leaves his office with a sniff of disapproval. Surprise. Another person that's disappointed in him is added to the ever growing list. Though Copia doesn't think Paolo's disdain will hurt his own feelings too much.

Reluctantly he pulls himself to his feet. He sways momentarily, a hand shooting out to grab his forehead. Even though he's working once more, his earnings are meager, at best. That doesn't mean he has any less of a work load. In fact he'd bet he probably has the most out of anyone and it's solely out of spite. How very Christian of you, dear Pope. More often Copia finds himself questioning his relationship with religion these days.

After what feels like an eternity, Copia drags himself to Cardinal Alessio’s office. He knocks once and is met with a gruff. “Entra!” Oh this is going to be fun.

He takes a deep breath to steady himself. Smooths down the wrinkles in his cassock and places his biretta on his head. Then he paints on the most authentic smile he can muster. It isn’t much.

Cardinal Alessio looks up from his desk, glasses perched on the end of his nose. “Ah, Copia. How nice of you to join us.”

Us? His face turns to confusion until he spots Paolo off to Alessio’s left. Oh great.

“Mi dispiace.”

“Hmm.” Cardinal Alessio motions for him to take a seat in the chair on the other side of his desk. Copia really doesn’t want to but there’s no feasible way to argue his way out of this. So he sets, bunching his cassock so it doesn’t wrinkle under him.

“Cardinal Paolo tells me that you have been slacking on your duties.”

Copia’s faux smile falters immediately. “Mi scusi?”

“It seems your hearing is also beginning to fail you, Cardinale. ” The title is meant as an insult, seeing as he’s rarely referred to it by now.

“I do not know what Paolo told you but I am working as quickly as I can.” God why did that smug bastard have to be in the room too.

“You call sleeping at your desk working?”

Copia chews his lip.

“Asking the kitchens if they have any leftovers to spare?”

He feels like shrinking in on himself. He’d asked a couple of the nuns that worked in the kitchens if they had any spare food only a handful of times. It had been the times that he hadn’t had enough coin to bring something home for dinner. “I’m sorry Cardinal, but we are not allowed to do that.” Several of them still seemed to respect him enough to use his title. “Wait — it’s not for me. It’s for – for –” And Copia had hated the look of pity he received. But it had worked in his favor. One of them had given him a small chunk of bread and bid him farewell. Copia could have nearly cried from joy at just being given that.

Now he swallows. “I don't always make enough to a-afford food for us.” He hates how his voice waivers and the smug look that settles on Paolo’s face.

Alessio steeples his fingertips under his chin as he leans forward against his desk. “As for sleeping?”

“I – I don’t always get to rest.” It was true. He had caught himself doing odd little jobs here and there for a meager coin. After that there was hardly any time for sleep.

“And what would you recommend the solution to this issue be?”

Copia perks up immediately. It’s something he’s been meaning to bring to light. “Per–perhaps if I were allowed to receive at least half of my original payment. It would solve many problems.”

“You do have the work given to you and you expect to be rewarded?”

His face falls, hope immediately diminished.

“Perhaps it is God that you should be speaking to, Cardinal. After all, you have not been that faithful in your vows to him. Taking a wife, your biggest fault.”

“She’s dead.” His voice is flat, lacking any emotion but getting his point across: don’t speak about her.

“Then worse yet, he has that bastard child living in his home.” Paolo chimes in. “Another vow to God you’ve broken.”

Finally he can bear it no longer and Copia jumps to his feet, chair hitting the ground as it falls behind him. His hands plant themselves on Cardinal Alessio’s desk. “You will not speak of her like that!” His timidness from earlier long forgotten. "She is not a bastard. Her mother and I were married!"

"And who performed the ceremony, Copia?" Alessio’s voice digs its heels into him.

"I – I hardly think that matters." He's faltering now.

" You did." It's accusatory and it makes the blood chill in his veins. "First you break your vow of chastity to God. Then you ' marry ' a woman and sire a bastard with her." Alessio rubs at his chin. "And now you sit here trying to put blame on someone else for your lazy work methods."

Lazy? Copia swallows thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing. He's anything but that. He's given every waking moment of his life to the church.

"The way I see it, this is God finally holding you accountable for your actions." He feels like he's looking down a tunnel as the words sink in. "Cardinal Paolo will take over your position immediately. Your services are no longer required."

"You – you can't –"

"I believe he just did." Pablo's voice says. "Now do as the Cardinal says and evacuate your office immediately." There's a sickly sweet smile aimed at him and it suddenly sinks in. He orchestrated this whole thing. The man has been after his position for years. He's been accumulating incidents to prove to Cardinal Alessio that Copia's unfit.

His breathing is heavy as he trembles slightly. Not from fear but anger. "How will I provide for her if you deny me of my job?" Despite himself, Copia hears his voice raising. "She'll die! I barely have enough to feed her once a day, and now you want to take that away?!"

"That is out of our control. It is in His hands now."

And that's what does it. That's what breaks the damn that's slowly been building for years, letting everything its ever collected seep through. "And you think God would will the death of children from starvation?! The last time I checked we were here to provide alms to who ever needed it. And now – now you want to stand here and lecture me about how I have failed God?" Copia sucks in a ragged breath between his clenched teeth. "You all think you're better, that your position puts you in higher authority. I've seen how you all take from the offering plates when you think no one is looking. I'm the fucking treasurer, for God's sake! At the end of the day the numbers don't match up and there's only one way that can happen."

"You over sell yourself. No one is good enough with numbers to count the coins as they're collected." Paolo's voice wavers slightly.

"I am!" Copia knows he must look a sight. He breathes heavily as his usually slicked back hair has worked itself free in several spots. By the way he clenches his teeth, he feels like he could break them all into jagged little pieces from just the pressure.

"You are a selfish man Copia, and for that you must now reap what you sow."

—---

He walks home that night a defeated man. Even being fired (something he was unaware could happen to a Cardinal) he still isn't going to make it home before total darkness sets in from the setting sun.

The darkness of the streets feels like it wants to swallow him whole and Copia at this moment would gladly let it. He thinks of ways to play this off. It helps that his daughter is still young but she's smarter than her age would imply. He's seen the way she looks at him on nights where he goes without food. " Aren't you hungry, papa?" Her tiny voice had chimed in and Copia had simply shook his head. By this point he's gone without so much that the emptiness that's constant in his stomach hardly even bothers him anymore.

Now he would have to break the news that even small parcels of bread would be more than wishful thinking.

It's in His hands. A cruel joke at his expense once more.

Copia rids himself of his sour attitude as he finally approaches home. He takes a minute to settle himself with a few deep breaths before he's pushing the door open.

"Papa!" A little redheaded girl is clinging to his leg before he can even shut the door. "Look! Look! Andrea has been teaching me to write my name!" She proudly holds up the small crap of paper to show him.

"I can see that." For the first time that day he's wearing a real smile. His little girl always seems to make everything better.

She giggles and then takes off back to the small wooden table in the far corner to finish her penmanship. To the left Copia catches the girl that Accalia is left with for majority of the time these days. Andrea, a girl of no more than sixteen stands off to the side wringing her hands. It's a nervous habit one that he had noticed almost as soon as he'd met her.

He'd been traveling through the worst parts of the city to provide God's word to the less fortunate, as the clergy described them. Copia had been sent to a bordello of all places. It was there that he'd found Andrea, a child of eleven at the time, playing on the floor. It had honestly shocked him to find a child living in such conditions. " My mother owns this place." She had boasted proudly when he'd asked her why she was there. It had immediately concerned him. The child seemed to be totally unaware of the place she called home. It was after that that he decided to make frequent visits to this place. Each visit he would spend an hour or more teaching her to read. She had been very good at it and he'd found himself swelling with pride at knowing he helped her achieve that. "You can't keep coming around here." Was what her mother had abruptly told him one morning. " It's bad for business if the John's keep seeing a holy man lurking around." The two of them had hardly ever spoken three words to each other before that. " Miss, if you would allow me, your daughter is very bright. I think with the right education she could establish a well to do life for herself ." Apparently it had been the wrong thing to say because he had gone home that evening with a broken nose, much to Lia's concern. After that his wife visited her and taught her penmanship, another thing she'd picked up on extremely fast. Each night his wife would recount the stories of how well the girl did her studies. It made him happy. Andrea was a lovely girl and the thought of her having to spend her life laying on her back to earn meager scraps was something he wanted to ensure she'd never have to endure.

"I hope it isn't an issue. She said she wanted to practice and I –"

Copia holds a hand out to silence her. "Thank you." He smiles but it's weak and lacks any livelihood.

Andrea frowns. "You look unwell."

Well, that's not the worst thing someone has ever said to him. "It…it was just a bad day."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He shakes his head no. "I don't think you'll have to worry about coming back to watch her anytime soon." Copia sees the way she furrows her brow in confusion before it clicks.

"Oh Cardinale, is there anything I can do?"

Get that fucking idiot Paolo to die. Instead he shakes his head no. He catches the way the concern on her face only deepens. "Here." Copia takes one of her hands and places something inside of it. "It's the least I can do to show my thanks."

Andrea's eyes grow wide as saucers as she looks at the gold ring in her palm. "Oh Cardinal, I can't take this!" She makes to hand it back but he refuses.

"It's real gold. It should fetch a pretty decent amount of money if traded." It's the last remaining piece he has of his wife. Copia knows he should save it and pawn it to help themselves but he just can't bring himself to do it. "It should give you enough to get out of the city and to the countryside."

Her face falls. "I can't take this. You've already done so much for me. It seems –"

"Please," he tries to smile again. "Use it as your ticket to a new life." He thinks back to earlier how he was called selfish. Maybe he was and this was his subconscious trying to get him to make up for it.

Andrea hugs Accalia and then the Cardinal before she leaves and they never see her again.

—--

December – 1880 – Present day

It's an exceptionally cold December day when it happens. Copia has just gotten back from helping one of the vendors in the plaza set up to sell their fresh vegetables. They come every other day and he lends them a hand in exchange for some root vegetables. It isn't much but he's more than happy to accept it.

He kicks the snow from his boots as he enters the small home they live in. His coat hangs on one of the kitchen chairs to dry. "Accalia?" Odd. She usually meets him at the door.

When there's no response Copia begins to feel panic set in. Did she leave? Did something happen? He has to shake his head to make the thoughts stop.

"Accalia?" He enters the small bedroom the pair of them share and immediately he knows something is wrong. Copia rushes over to her.

Immediately her breathing sounds wrong. It grates on his ears. When he places a hand on her forehead and feels how warm she is, he really begins to panic. She hasn't even woken up.

Despite being so warm, Copia notes how she shivers. He wastes no time wrapping her in their blanket and rushing to the main room of the house. He arranges a small place for her in front of the fire. Not too close, he doesn't want her to get burned.

He's looking around frantically for something he has no idea for. He doesn't have enough to call in a doctor. Maybe if he can just get the vegetables warmed up and in a thin stew then —

A wet cough takes over her as she struggles to sit up. Copia helps her into a sitting position and immediately freezes. No. Oh no. No. No. No.

There's blood on her lips. No. No. No. Please you can't take her too.

"Papa, I don't feel so well." Her voice is hardly a whisper.

"I know. I know, baby." He cradles her in his arms as she drifts back off to sleep. He thinks about how when Lia was sick he read dryer climates were easier on consumption sufferers. Apparently in America the newly formed western territories had become a safe-haven in a sense for those suffering. It prolonged the disease and let them have decent lives.

There's no way he can afford tickets on a ship to America. He can barely feed both of them.

Think. Think.

He suddenly remembers talk of a small village not far from here. Copia bites his lip nervously. When he was a Cardinal they had been advised to stay away from that area at all costs. " Satanists call it home. It's honestly disgraceful." He recalls a former coworker stating.

But – but he's also spent enough time within the poorer parts of town to hear the stories passed around. " They are so much kinder than that horrid man in charge of the Vatican." He'd overheard one woman saying. " A shame they can't be as caring." Her friend had added. There had also been talk of miracle work. Blasphemy in his church's eyes but seeming like a beacon of hope in his moment of need.

Copia wracks his brain. If he leaves now then they should make it there by sundown tomorrow. They don't have many belongings and as long as he wraps her warmly in the blanket and his coat, she should be fine.

He's on his feet instantly, slipping on his coat and ensuring Accalia is securely wrapped in her blanket. Copia gathers her into his arms and makes his way to the door but stops. There's a lump in his throat as he turns to take in their small home. Something the both of them will never see again. It makes him feel like he's being dealt another death. The loss once more of something so dear to him.

Copia lets his eyes wander the room slowly, drinking in every little detail and saving it to memory. Then he's out the door with not a single glance back.

—-

The thought that this was a stupid idea enters his head for the third time that evening as he sticks to the streets. At least until they run out and turn into dirt paths.

It's dark and this is no doubt unsafe. The thought of someone attempting to rob them flashes briefly in his mind but he pushes it back. There's nothing for them to take.

People aren't the only issue though. It had started as small flurries and quickly progressed to fat snowflakes that were quickly accumulating on the ground. Copia flexes his fingers around the bundle in his arms. They're numb and the continuously dropping weather isn't doing wonders for the rest of him. He ignores it and continues onward. Even as the same thing begins to happen with his legs. He tells himself it doesn't matter. As long as he can get them there, then they can help his daughter. If he has to be the casualty in this equation so be it.

Eventually the sun begins to rise but the snow doesn't let up. It seems to get worse. There is something he can make out in the dim light though off in the distance. A window? A steeple?

The church.

He's given a sudden burst of energy as he nearly shouts with joy. "We did it! We're here. We –" Copias words die on his lips as he looks at the bundle in his arms. Accalia's lips are a purplish-blue. When did that happen?

With renewed vigor Copia pushes himself up the steep cliff side until he's at the door. Or rather crawling to the door, for lack of a better term. He's unsure how they take to strangers. He never saw a reason to ask. It wasn't like he'd be going there.

Ha. Some luck .

With his last bit of energy he slams his fist against the large wooden door. Its design is intricate and if this weren't life or death he'd be mesmerized by it.

There's a long moment of silence that stretches on and it has Copia thinking he's made the trip for nothing. At least until he hears the door lock being undone and bright light engulfs them. He has to raise a hand to his eyes to shield them.

A woman in her late seventies stands in the doorway and it takes Copia a moment to realize she’s staring at them with a tight expression. The woman glances left then right.

“Are you alone?”

What kind of fucking question is that? Of course we’re fucking alone!

He nods quickly and sees how a visible sigh releases from the woman. “Come in. You’ll both die out there.” Her accent is different and it takes Copia a moment to place it.

“You’re American?” Why this is the first thing out of his mouth, Copia will never know. The woman looks at him skeptical but he ignores it. He thinks he should ask her if what he’s heard is true. That the dry climate of the western half of her country is good for the sick. He should ask but his eyes feel heavy. He’s barely slept in the past few days and he’s so cold and the church is so warm.

He should ask, but instead he falls to the floor in a heap.

—-

Copia sits up as he gasps for air like a fish out of water. His breathing is heavy for several moments as he looks around the room. Nothing is familiar. Where is he?  

There’s a sudden pain in his left eye and he cries out as he clutches at it. It feels like someone is driving an ice pick through his skull. He briefly remembers reading somewhere that’s how lobotomies are performed and oh god did he finally have a mental breakdown and did they finally —-

“You’re awake.”

It’s a woman’s voice and he whips his head up to see her standing at the foot of the bed. Copia feels dizzy from the action. He needs to do things slowly otherwise he’ll end up making himself sick.

It takes a moment but he’s finally able to remove his hand from his face. The vision in his left eye is blurred and at first he thinks he sees wrong but — no. The woman is wearing what looks like a masquerade mask, her mouth the only part of her face exposed. Funny. He doesn’t remember being at a party.

“You should rest.” Her voice is gentle. “At least until you get used to it.”

It? What the fuck is it?  

“It’s rare for them to turn a complete stranger. You must have had a very compelling argument.”

“I – I don’t understand.”

“It’s alright. It’s all new. It’s going to be troublesome.”

Copia wants to ask her what the fuck are you talking about? But he remembers why he’s here. “Where is my daughter?!” He tries to keep the panic from his voice but he knows his face gives him away.

“She’s fine. She’s –” The woman is unable to finish her sentence as Copia bounds to his feet. He sways and feels like vomiting but he pushes it down.

“Accaila?” He pushes past the woman and stumbles into the hall. “Accaila!?” Copia feels the woman’s nimble fingers clasp at his upper arm, trying to steady him.

“Papa!” The little girl rises from her game of marbles on the floor with several more masked figures and runs over to him. She clutches onto his leg and Copia is taken aback. The last time he had seen her she was — was dying but now here she was playing like a normal child and —

“What happened to your eye?” He’s clutching her tiny face between his rough hands. Copia feels another round of panic set in as he sees the pigment has drained from her left eye, leaving it entirely white.

“Isn't it neat!?” She attempts to smile in his grasp, chubby cheeks bunching up.

Actually, no it isn’t. It reminds Copia of the old man that had once visited the church. He had been blind and his eyes were this milky white but there had been a cloud over the pupil. There wasn’t one here. “Does it hurt?”

Accaila shakes her head. “I can actually see better!” Her expression turns serious. “Is it not working for you?”

Now he’s totally lost. Him? He doesn’t have one his eyes are – they’re —

Copia whirls on the woman holding him. “What did you do to us!?” Her expression is unreadable.

“You asked for our help and we gave it.”

He feels another headache building behind his eyes. This was a mistake. He should have never come here. If they weren’t damned to hell before they sure are now. “I need — I need to lie down for a moment.”

—--

It takes what feels like ages for him to actually grasp the concept of what he’s been told. “The pair of you were half frozen when you showed up here.” Papa Emeritus the Third had explained to him. “ It was obvious what was wrong with her. We see many consumption sufferers seeking relief here.” Then his expression had softened. “Typically I would not have even worried about you, rather make you earn the gift. But it was against my better judgment to let a child slip into being an orphan.” The most hilarious thing was that this wasn’t even the most absurd thing he had been told.

“Vampire!?” Copia’s voice had raised in pitch as he stared with wide eyes at the Third. These people were insane and he had fucked up coming here, but the man had continued explaining and much to his own irritation it had slowly begun to make sense. Not only had his eye changed color but he was acutely aware of the fact that his teeth were sharper. It had made talking incredibly difficult at first, he kept biting his own tongue. “ I know what you’re thinking and no, you do not have to live off blood. Rather just consume some every so often. For the most part you should be able to eat as normal.” Had that been to comfort him? Because it sure as hell wasn’t comforting. Hell, even learning about the ghouls had seemed less daunting than this.

However, as the days progressed, Copia found himself worrying less and less about this issue. Seeing his daughter running and playing again was the only thing he could focus on. The idea that this was an act of selfishness still floats in his brain. Did he do it for her or for himself? Perhaps Cardinal Alessio had been correct and he was a selfish man.

“Pondering too much can be bad for the mind.” Copia blinks out of his stupor. The First, Primo, as he’s called, takes the seat on the bench beside him. “What’s on your mind fratellino?” Copia had found it increasingly odd as over time the three Emeritus brothers began to refer to him as their younger brother but it was comforting also. He’d never had a family and having people around who cared for him felt nice. He hadn’t felt that since Lia died. Even Sister Imperator, the older lady that had opened the door for them, as he later learned, had taken a shine to him. Once she had found out he was once a Cardinal she had started calling him her Cardi or simply C. It left a warm feeling in his chest and he’d quickly began viewing her as a mother figure.

It had also been exceptionally easy for him to earn an income. “You’re a Cardinal?” Terzo had looked at him as if in disbelief. “ Well I w-was.” Copia laughed anxiously. “ But I worked in the treasury and I’m very good with numbers! Uh – that’s if you have a position available.” Terzo had cocked a brow to think and then agreed. “ Deal. But I think it may be better if you become a Cardinal in our church.” And so he did.

“Mi dispiace.” Copia casts a sideways glance at the older man.

“No need to apologize. Something you wish to speak about?”

Copia chews his lip. “I was just thinking.” He sees Primo shift in his seat. Copia turns to face him. “Do you think I made a mistake? With all of this.” He motions with his hand to the area around them. “I – I don’t mean that rude, sorry if it sounds –”

“Cardinale, relax. No one is passing judgment here.” And how odd that was. His original church preaching these same things but never practicing them. But this church, a satanic church, is doing the opposite. “You did what you thought needed to be done.”

Copia sinks in his seat. “But does it make me selfish?” He’s never mentioned it to anyone before. Always keeping his shame buried deep down. “That I did this instead of letting her die. Do – does that make me selfish?” His voice waivers and he has to fight back the tears he feels pricking at his eyes.

Primo’s features soften and Copia feels like a kicked curr. “I think,” he starts slowly, “that you did what you felt was necessary.” A cold hand settles on his shoulder. “Not many fathers would do what you have. I know mine wouldn’t.” Copia nods, desperately wanting to believe those words.

“What if she hates me for it when she gets older?”

���I see the way she looks at you. We all have. I hardly think that she will ever hate you.”

Copia nods and turns his attention back to his daughter who plays with the ghouls in the garden and he thinks that maybe being selfish isn’t so bad.