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[pedriscroquettes]

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 – PABLO GAVI

summary. you try to forget about your crush with a certain midfielder.

warnings. switch!gavi, reader likes someone else, kind of public s3x?, & ruining friendships.

a/n. making a series based on some of my fav bad gyal songs <3!! this one is based off santa maria.

the apartment was full of people you knew yet, you felt alone. parties that the boys invited you to always ended up like this. with you alone. every time you thought you’d crossed new boundaries with the guys you were proved wrong with the way they quickly abandoned you for their other friends. at first you didn’t mind you barely knew them anyways but it started to annoy you when you realized you had started to fancy one of them.

your feelings for ferran scared you. you weren’t even sure if you liked him or if you just thought you did because of all the guys he was the one who payed attention to you the most. maybe it was because your love language was affection and every time he placed his arm around you, you couldn’t help but blush. you kept your hopes up that he would one day read your mind and would feel the same way. instead he showed up one day with a girlfriend he had apparently been dating for over a year.

you felt stupid and you still did at the current moment watching them dance together at gavi’s birthday party. you felt like an idiot for thinking that ferran actually liked you. you realized you looked creepy just staring at them so you made your way to backyard.

every time you came to gavi’s house you were always blown away by the view the young midfielder woke up to. you always knew barcelona was a beautiful city but seeing all of it from gavi’s backyard always put it into perspective for you. you’re too entranced by your confusing feelings you don’t realize someone is making their way towards you. it’s not until you’re face to face with gavi that you wipe the tears you didn’t know had formed.

“whiskey?” he offered you the bottle in his head.

“do you even drink whiskey?” you scoffed before laughing at his antics.

“oh, absolutely not. but it was a gift and who am i to say no?” he explained. “are you okay?”

you look up at him and he’s already looking at you with a caring look. it’s probably the most you’ve interacted with him and you wonder why because he seems so sweet.

“yeah-yes. you?” you tried to pretend you were fine.

“well apart from the fact that i wish i was back home rather than here? yeah, i’m fine.” he sighs.

there’s a moment of silence between the two of you but it isn’t awkward. it’s quite comfortable as the two of you just stare at the view. or at least that’s what you think because you’re oblivious to the way he scans your face studying it.

“he’s an idiot you know?” he speaks up.

“who?” ferran. your brain already knows the answer.

“ferran. we may be friends but i don’t like the way he leads you on.” he answers.

“no, it’s my fault i’m an idiot for thinking that there might be something between us.” you groan.

“are you seriously blaming yourself right now?” he begins to raise his voice. “he’s treating you like property and you’re defending him.”

“i’m sorry, are you mad at me? we aren’t even close for you to be so upset about this.” you scoff at his words.

“so, i can’t look out for you because we’re not buddies? that’s so stupid.” he rolls his eyes.

he’s so dramatic.

“there’s a difference between looking out for me and being mean and right now you’re being mean.” you try your best to keep your voice down not wanting to alarm the partying inside.

“how am i being mean?” he scoffs.

“you’re yelling at me for no reason. you and i haven’t even talked alone the whole time we’ve known each other and somehow you think you know what’s best for me. why are you even here? it’s your birthday.” you yell at him.

the more you argue the more he guides you to the side of his apartment. you’re too focused on getting final say in this stupid argument you barely notice how much you’ve been walking away from him until your back hits the wall. you’re trapped between him and the wall. your breath hitches when you see the close proximity between the two of you.

“are you even listening to me?” he asks as he notices how you’ve disassociated to the conversation.

“why are you so concerned with me and ferran?” you ask him softly.

“i just-” he sighs. “you deserve better.”

“you think i don’t know that? every time i see them together it hurts and i know i should move on but i can’t.” you start crying. “i just wish i could forget him.”

the next couple of seconds are a blur but the kiss he gives you is tender and sweet. his brown eyes meet yours as he waits anxiously for your reaction. his shyness kicks in and he’s internally panicking for his actions. sure on the pitch he was some intense player that wasn’t afraid of tackling anyone but with you it was different. he had never been able to muster the confidence to speak to you but now with alcohol and anger in his system he didn’t care anymore.

“i can help you.” he whispers. “forget him.”

you look at him to see if he’s joking but he’s looking at you with such an intensity that only proves he’s not joking. you’re at a loss for words not knowing what to say or even knowing what just happened.

“that’d be mean though.” you let out softly. “i don’t want to use you.”

“i’m asking you though. i want you to use me.” he can feel his cheeks heating up.

once again you stare at him. you don’t know exactly what you’re trying to see in him maybe it’s reassurance or something else. meanwhile, gavi is praying that he didn’t just make a big fool of himself. you step closer to him analyzing his features, his brown eyes boring into yours. they were intoxicating and they were pulling you in.

you think it’s a bad idea but you kiss him anyways. the kiss is hesitant but his lips are tender and he kisses you with so much fervor. you break away from him for a split second before throwing all your morals out the window and leaning in again. this time he cups your jaw with his hands and the kiss is longer and wetter. it’s not long before you’re full on making out with your back against the side of his apartment.

his lips start trailing down your neck leaving wet kisses all over your collarbone. while your hands make their way into his hair tugging it whenever he started sucking on your sensitive skin. the music could be heard from down the street so you don’t even try to suppress your moans which gavi is thankful for. he hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re somehow screaming for him already. he won’t admit it but it definitely boosts his ego.

“gavi wait.” you plead.

“did i do something wrong? sorry, are you okay?” his eyes grow wide with worry.

“no, it’s not that.” you try to compose yourself. “will everything be back to normal if we do this?”

“i-” he starts thinking. “i don’t know but we’ve already crossed boundaries.”

he’s right. friends don’t make out with each other. you shouldn’t even be out here with him. but the feeling of his lips on yours are stronger than your morals. so, you kiss him again.

“gavi?” you ask him.

“yeah?” he pants the make out proving to be a good exercise.

“fuck me.”

“yeah, sure i can do that.” he nods.

he was so cute. how unfortunate that you fell for ferran and not him.

you made it clear that you weren’t interested in foreplay but rather just a quick fuck that would distract. you mumbled a quick maybe next time to the midfielder when he insisted on making you feel good before getting straight into it. as soon as he gets the memo he lifts the bottom of your dress all the way up to your waist. as soon as he sees your panties he can feel his sweatpants getting tighter against him.

“fuck i don’t have a condom.” he groans.

“it’s okay i’m on the pill.” you assure him.

“oh-okay.” he can feel his heart racing.

although you didn’t let him pleasure you, you dip your hand into his pants. you can feel him shiver as you grab his length and begin pumping it. you pause momentarily and take your hand out again to spit on it. gavi on the other hand is close to cumming from the sight alone but he stops himself. if he’s gonna cum it’s going to be inside of you.

“fucking hell you’re good at that.” he groans as you move your hand up and down his shaft.

you pull him into another sloppy kiss and simultaneously lead his length towards your clothed core. you begin rubbing it up and down your core teasing yourself. soon, it’s gavi who grows impatient and quickly moves your panties to the side. the two of you make eye contact before he slides in. your nails dig down his arms as he thrust inside of you filling you to the hilt. he feels so good inside of you.

the pleasure is so much for him he begins releasing profanities all at once you barely understand him.

“is this okay?” he asks as he wraps your leg around his waist so he can hit you even deeper.

“fuck, yeah. you can move now.” you struggle to say.

he starts off slow pulling all the way out before filling you up again. as you close your eyes due to the pleasure he can only admire you. you always look pretty but you somehow have reached a new level of beauty under the moonlight with his dick inside of you. he’s never had such dirty thoughts before. he’s also lucky that he’s wearing a hoodie because your nails are digging so hard into his arms.

as he fastens the pace your hold on him gets stronger not wanting to let go. he sneaks one of his hands up your throat and cups your jaw.

“you look so pretty like this. all fucked up for me.” he rasps.

“just for you gavi.” you whine.

he can’t take it anymore so he turns you around and now your chest is against the wall. he begins thrusting into you even faster than before. you’re thankful he has his arm wrapped around your waist to balance you. his lips attack your neck desperately nipping at the skin wanting to mark you up. you don’t mind it at all or the way he begins to pull on your hair. quite frankly you thought he would be vanilla in bed. so, you’re blown away by his dominance.

“pablo, i’m close.” you whine.

“me too. come on cum for me.” he assures you.

you grow tighter around him before finally letting go. the feeling causing him to chase his own climax. you collapse against his chest and his heavy pants invade your ears. the two of you stay there against the wall trying to collect your breaths. he turns you around before kissing you. the kiss is sweet and long unlike the other ones.

“fuck, how are we going to go in like this?” he pants.

“we’ll just tell them we were laying down looking at the view or the truth which is that you fucked me.” you sigh.

he carefully takes you inside with his arm around your waist to provide you balance. and sure enough as if on cue the trio consisting of pedri, ferran, and eric approach you. when they ask about your appearance the two of you simply lie not owing them any explanation. pedri and eric buy the story not looking too much into it but not the valencian. he’s somehow the only one that notices the love bites on your neck and the way gavi’s hand creeps too close to your ass as the two of you walk away.

when he comes over the next day to ask about it you simply say that you don’t know what he’s talking about. you don’t understand why he’s so angry but quite frankly you don’t care because gavi is currently hiding in your bathroom.

[tiptapricot]

Ik it’s meant to be serious but when Miguel’s describing the spiderverse and he’s like “This is all of us, all of our lives, woven together in a beautiful web… of fate and destiny…” or whatever I just. Ok Mr middle school fanfiction journal.

[sscarred-starss]

im so hot

(^ delusional)

[fellhellion]

90s run PAD has this rlly annoying trend where he very often write a female character being in love w miguel and suddenly her entire character shrinks down to the scope of what drama this provokes and it's near continually in service to the narratives of men (Gabriel and Miguel interpersonal drama for example). even when there are actually interesting things to be mined from this angle like w lyla its like. this is a pattern w you dude.

[xsolastine]

every now and again, i remember this happened;

and i will never not find it hilarious. i'd love to do some silly brother stuff like this 😌

[nagycyra]

Entre detalles

T/N estaba emocionada por la posibilidad de participar en una conferencia de arte en la que había sido seleccionada para presentar su obra. Era un evento importante para ella, una oportunidad para mostrar su talento y conectarse con otros artistas. Aunque no siempre había tenido una habilidad especial, se había convertido en un gran pasatiempo, especialmente cuando no siempre tenía muchas cosas que hacer, resulta que la curiosidad y la diversión por aprender a usar algunas de las herramientas de dibujo hicieron más que solo llamar su atención.

¿Quién dice que no existe ciencia en la teoría del color?

La colorimetría, percepción visual, modelos de color e incluso esa locura llamada física de la luz. Dios, ella pensó que lo más difícil era conocer acerca de vectores en matemáticas y no era presumir pero su curiosidad había hecho que aprendiera muchos temas, hasta tener una mente llena de datos curiosos, no necesariamente tan detallados pero sí suficiente para entender las ideas básicas acerca de muchos temas.

T/N caminaba de un lado a otro, entrando a una habitación donde guardaba gran cantidad de sus pinturas y algunos libros, los nervios hacían que su estómago estuviera revuelto, pero la alegría hacía lo suyo provocando una ligera sensación de revoloteo y emoción.

Sin embargo, sus nervios estaban empezando a dominar su emoción cuando Miguel entró en la habitación, con una sonrisa ensanchada en el rostro.

—Miguel, ¿crees que debería llevar este cuadro o el otro? —, preguntó T/N, mostrándole dos obras que había preparado para la conferencia.

Miguel miró las pinturas con desinterés antes de responder con un tono casual.

—Creo que cualquiera de los dos está bien, cariño. Lo importante es que te diviertas y disfrutes del evento.

A pesar de sus palabras tranquilizadoras, T/N notó un destello de impaciencia en los ojos de Miguel, como si estuviera deseando hablar de otra cosa. Sin embargo, decidió dejarlo pasar y continuar con los preparativos para la conferencia.

Mientras T/N estaba ocupada empacando sus obras y revisando sus notas, Miguel se sentó en el borde de la cama, jugueteando con su teléfono. De repente, levantó la vista como si pensara un poco acerca de lo que debía decir.

—Oh, por cierto, olvidé decirte que tengo una cena de trabajo esta noche. Es importante para mi carrera y me gustaría que me acompañaras.

T/N sintió un nudo de decepción en el estómago mientras procesaba las palabras de Miguel. La cena de trabajo coincidía con el día de la conferencia, y ahora se enfrentaba a la difícil decisión de elegir entre su propio evento importante y acompañar a su esposo a un evento crucial para su carrera.

—Sé que es una decisión difícil, pero realmente aprecio tu apoyo. Además, podríamos hablar de tu arte con algunas personas influyentes que estarán allí. Podría ser una gran oportunidad para ti también.

La oscuridad llenó la habitación, su vista se volvía borrosa, la respiración de T/N se agitó mientras abría sus ojos con sorpresa, ella volteó a ver alrededor, sus cobijas arrugadas a un lado, una de sus almohadas botado en el suelo, el sudor frío recorrió el cuerpo de T/N junto a un pequeño escalofrío.

“Un sueño”

Pensó reconfortada mientras se sentaba sobre la cama, soltando un pequeño suspiro, definitivamente llorar de noche solo traía un notorio dolor de cabeza y pensamientos innecesarios, eso sin contar el hecho de que sus ojos estaban hinchados por las lágrimas.

—No debería pensar en cosas así— murmuraba T/N, sintiendo el insistente dolor en su cabeza, por primera vez en mucho tiempo solo quería intentar poner una toalla húmeda sobre sus ojos y volver a acostarse para olvidarse de sus deberes, ya habían pasado sus días de fiestas alocadas y nunca se había sentido con una jaqueca más tediosa que la que aparecía por culpa del llanto.

—Mamá, ¿estás despierta? —la suave vocecita de Gabriella hizo que T/N alzará su mirada, notando como la pequeña entraba a la habitación con pasos cortos y cautelosos, casi como si estuviera preparándose para correr si T/N seguía dormida.

—Gaby, ¿Qué pasa? — preguntó con una sonrisa, viendo la expresión de la pequeña cambiar a una sonrisa.

La pequeña se acercó alegre, parecía que no se daba cuenta de la ligera hinchazón en los ojos de su amada madre.

—Hoy no hay clases, ¿podríamos salir? — preguntó con esa suave expresión en su rostro, el brillo causado por la emoción de Gabriella causaba una calidez en el corazón de T/N.

—Vamos a darte una ducha, arreglarnos y salimos — dijo T/N con una sonrisa mientras se quitaba las cobijas de encima —Desayunamos fuera.

Esas palabras alegraban a Gabriella, no era como si nunca salieran a divertirse, pero entre las actividades de Gabriella y las de T/N, muchas veces se quedaban en casa sin contar que los fines de semana Gabriella se iba con Miguel

Después de unas largas dos horas, finalmente Gabriella y T/N habían salido del apartamento, arreglarse a uno mismo ya era complicado, a una pequeña de seis años que tiene ideas elocuentes sobre ropa, aún más, pues después de una extraña combinación de naranja y morado, Gabriella optó por un color pastel.

Ambas estaban desayunando en una cafetería en el centro comercial, es considerablemente un poco más caro comer en algunos centros comerciales que en otros lugares, pero realmente T/N no se quejaba, la comida era buena y Gabriella estaba encantada con la idea de pasar tiempo ahí.

Pasarón gran parte de la mañana de tienda en tienda, donde T/N tenía que buscar una manera de poder explicar para su pequeña hija, cómo es que algunos lugares venden la misma ropa a precios más elevados y que por esa razón debían intentar ser más curiosas entre sus opciones, por suerte Gabriella no se quejaba, en cambio se metía de lleno a los pasillos de juguetes.

Hasta que llegaron a un área donde vendían collares y pulseras, T/N no mostró demasiado interés, hasta que sintió el pequeño tirón por parte de su pequeña hija.

— ¿Gaby? — la suave voz de T/N solo hizo que Gabriella tirara de ella con más insistencia, haciendo que T/N caminara hasta el lugar donde su hija quería.

—Esto, mamá por favor — suplicó la pequeña con emoción, dando pequeños saltitos de emoción mientras intentaba señalar un collar de plata, no era algo convencional, la figura de una pequeña araña se encontraba en el centro, los detalles de plata contrastaba de una forma incluso hermosa con las gemas rojas.

—¿Una araña? — preguntó T/N arqueando una ceja suavemente mientras volvía a ver a su hija.

—Para papá, la quiero para papá — admitió con una sonrisa en sus labios, poniendo ojos de cachorro. A la pequeña no le importaba si tenía que abrazar la pierna de su madre para convencerla de comprarlo, hasta que se le ocurrió una idea. —Yo te lo pagaré con mis ahorros.

El brillo en los ojos de Gabriella ante la ilusión hizo que T/N sonriera con cierta diversión, sintiendo ternura ante las acciones de su hija, el dinero no era un impedimento y asintiendo con su cabeza accedió.

—Bien, vamos a comprarlo.

Gabriella apenas pudo contener un pequeño chillido de triunfo cuando su madre aceptó, era algo que de alguna manera, sabía que le podría gustar a su padre.

El deseo de la pequeña porque el fin de semana llegará se había vuelto su único anhelo.

El viernes había llegado con rapidez, Gabriella estaba emocionada, escondiendo el regalo en el fondo de su mochila con la esperanza de que su padre no se diera cuenta de lo que mantenía oculto con tanta emoción.

Las mejillas de Gabriella estaban ligeramente sonrojadas, como empezaba a hacerse costumbre, Miguel preparó la cena, pero esta vez algo era diferente, Miguel se fue directamente a una habitación, la cual usaba como una oficina.

Gabriella se paró frente a la puerta entreabierta de la oficina de su padre, sosteniendo el regalo envuelto con ansiedad en sus pequeñas manos. La habitación estaba sumida en una penumbra iluminada solo por la pantalla de la computadora portátil de su padre, que brillaba con una luz azulada y parpadeante. Sus pasos vacilantes resonaban en el suelo de madera mientras se acercaba.

Miguel estaba inclinado sobre su escritorio, con la mandíbula apretada y los dedos moviéndose frenéticamente sobre el teclado. La expresión en su rostro era de frustración y tensión, y sus pobladas cejas estaban fruncidas en un ceño profundo. Ni siquiera levantó la mirada cuando su hija entró tímidamente en la habitación.

—¿Papá? — murmuró la niña, su voz apenas era como un susurro en la quietud de la habitación.

Miguel dio un respingo leve, como si hubiera sido arrancado de sus pensamientos. Lentamente, levantó la mirada de la pantalla y la enfocó en su hija. Sin embargo, sus ojos parecían distantes y desenfocados, como si estuviera mirando a través de ella en lugar de a ella.

—¿Qué pasa, cariño? — dijo él con un tono ausente, apenas desviando la atención de su trabajo.

La niña extendió tímidamente el regalo hacia él, sus ojos brillando con la emoción contenida.

—Quería mostrarte el regalo que compré con mamá, para ti— dijo ella con timidez, sus mejillas mostraban un lindo sonrojo, ante la emoción de darle ese regalo a su padre.

Miguel tomó el regalo con gesto automático, apenas dedicándole una mirada fugaz antes de volver a centrar su atención en la pantalla de la computadora.

— Lo veremos después, cariño— murmuró él, dejando la pequeña caja adornada con un listón azul sobre un mueble, apenas prestando atención de donde lo dejaba, su voz estaba cargada de distracción y agotamiento.

Gabriella se mordió el labio inferior, sintiendo un nudo en la garganta mientras observaba cómo su padre volvía a sumergirse en su trabajo sin siquiera deshacer el regalo. Se sintió como si un puñal de desilusión le atravesara el corazón, y un velo de tristeza se posó sobre sus brillantes ojos marrones.

Era la primera vez que sentía esa decepción en su corazón, era un sentimiento extraño que provocó cierta inquietud en la pequeña.

—Si, está bien — murmuró Gabriella mientras agachaba un poco su mirada, esperando por unos segundos hasta que finalmente pudo notar que Miguel estaba realmente concentrado en la computadora, escuchando el tecleo frenético que los dedos de Miguel provocan.

Con un sentimiento de amargura, Gabriella salió de la oficina, arrastrando ligeramente sus piecitos hasta llegar a la sala, donde aún estaba encendido el televisor, en un canal donde ella podía ver algunas caricaturas, era la primera vez que ver alguna de esas clásicas distracciones que tanto le gustaba no se sentía bien.

Pero esos pensamientos habían sido sustituidos por algo más, cansancio. Sus días habían sido más activos gracias a que T/N había empezado a salir con más con Gabriella, algunas ocasiones al parque, a los centros comerciales, no importaba mucho a donde iban, siempre se divertían.

Antes de ir con Miguel ,la pequeña había salido con T/N a un parque, Gabriella se había mostrado tan emocionada con los juegos y con nuevos amigos que ahora no podía mantener sus ojitos abiertos.

La pesadez de sus párpados y el arrullo de la televisión fue suficiente para hacer que Gabriella cayera rendida en el sofá. Sus piecitos colgaban ligeramente, ella aún no era lo suficientemente alta para poder tocar el suelo, especialmente considerando que el sofá tenía una altura considerable para la pequeña de seis años.

El sonido del televisor llenaba el vacío del lugar, Miguel no podía soportarlo más, el sueño y el cansancio acumulado hicieron lo suyo con él, finalmente durmiendo con incomodidad sobre las teclas de su computadora, las palabras incoherentes llenaban el archivo que Miguel había estado escribiendo por horas.

Si alguno de los dos hubiera estado menos cansado, si hubieran cerrado las ventanas, la enorme silueta enmascarada no habría logrado entrar por la ventana de la cocina.

[stephenrea]

lives were changed.

[hard-times-paramore]

Star Trek Discovery fanfic. I wrote a small thing on Prime Gabriel Lorca coming home.

[miguelhugger2099]

Punk!Miguel who’s proud of his tattoos. At least most of them. He has some professionally done and others were stick and pokes from when him and Gabriel were younger.

Punk!Miguel who watches you with a smile when you touch up and down his arm. He hides the shivers down his spine when your perfectly manicured pink and green nails rake across the art decorated on him.

“What’s this one?” You poke at a terrible done smiley face, it was a little blobbed but barely noticeable with the much nicer ones done around it.

“One of the first tries my brother did on me when he was starting out.”

“And you kept it?” You tilt your head with a scrunch of your nose. Miguel laughs.

“Sentimental value.”

You scoff. “No way.”

“Yeah, way.” He takes your hands and pulls you closer, lugging you forward onto his lap where you belonged. Getting yourself comfortable you placed your hands on his chest.

“Are you just gonna have them on your arms?” You ask, tugging down his shirt for a peek at any new ones. Miguel smirks and stops your peeking by tsking and shaking his head—a knowing look on his face.

“Course not but tattoos cost money, babe.”

“You should get one of me.” You pout your lips, crossing your arms that makes you seem snobbish.

“What? Like get one of your face?” He laughs and leans back on his hands.

“No! Like—I dunno! Something sentimental about…me?” You look away, feeling the prickling embarrassment crawling up your neck. “Never mind!”

“Oh, so you want to be on my body, huh?” He teases, taking your hand and sliding it under his tank top to feel his warm stomach, faint dips of abs.

“You know what I mean!” You whine, feeling frozen with him holding your hand in place. He can’t help but find you adorable. Letting go of your hand to come around your waist as he leans up again, one hand coming down to cup your ass. He swallows your squeak with a kiss, unable to stop himself from biting into your sweetness.

Punk!Miguel who—even if he teased you about it—actually adored the idea of having a tattoo of you on him.

Punk!Miguel who thought day and night of what could represent you. Flowers he felt was done often, your name was cute but basic and anything else could very well be mistaken for something else. He wanted something that was obviously you.

Punk!Miguel who was rearranging his room again, bustling through various boxes for some spring cleaning.

Punk!Miguel who found his box of memories from when you two first began dating. It had been filled with all your gifts and letters you’d given him—every last piece saved securely in the corner of his room.

He smiles as he opens the box up again. Some pieces of papers falling out and the little broken keychain you got to match with him until it snapped when he accidentally sat on it.

He sits at his desk, flipping through the pages and tiny plushies you’ve given him. His heart swelling at the swirls in your writing with blue ink—the bunny pen you always wrote with.

The smile on his face continues as he reads through your words of love for him—words that you often found too difficult to say. He slams his forehead on the desk, blush coating his cheeks and ears while he groans loudly.

Each letter you’d given him ended with a print of your kiss mark at the very bottom. Some of it was a matte red, others was a faint glitter stain, but most of it was a soft pinkish color. The kind that was glossy and gave you just enough color that it looked tinted and natural.

His finger grazes the mark, an idea popping in his head.

Punk!Miguel who goes to a tattoo shop he was very well acquainted with, with an artist he knew extra well.

He slams his arm on the counter where a man was behind it, sucking on a lollipop and doodling in his sketchbook. The guy raises an annoyed brow.

“Do you have any space open for a walk-in client?” Miguel asks with a smirk.

“I don’t have space for annoying ones.” He sighs and puts his drawing pad away.

“I have money this time, Gabri. Plus, family discount.”

Punk!Miguel who is both afraid and excited to show you what he’s done to himself. He feels his heart hammering while he preps himself to show you. He’d done the aftercare as precisely as possible, taking extra care of it because this was no ordinary tattoo.

Punk!Miguel that lets you take off his shirt when he tells you he’s gotten a tattoo of you.

Punk!Miguel who smiles with amusement when you gasp and hit his arm that you were joking before! That tattooing is a permanent thing! He tells you that he knows.

His heart stills when you eyes land on his chest. On his left side, where his heart would be was your kiss mark. Just like the ones you left on the letters you used to give him.

You touch your lips subconsciously, your other set of fingers hovering over his lifted skin. You look up for permission and he nods, brining himself closer.

You marvel at the piece of work that replicated your lips. “Oh, Miguel…” You sigh, blinking back tears.

“Are you getting emotional?”

“No!”

He brings you to his chest in a tight hug, your hand still resting beside your kiss mark now permanently etched on his person—a permanent reminder that he is yours and that he loves you.

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 – GAVI

warnings. p in v sex, public s3x (there’s no one around), jealous!gavi, & an annoying teammate

summary. academic rival!gavi makes sure you only have room for one nerd in your life

a/n. part two of comfort zone. tysm for the idea @gavisuntiedboot 🫶🏽

the sound of your professor’s voice filled the room as he explained your next assignment. you simultaneously put away your notes and listened carefully as this next project would be worth twenty percent of your grade. you were already laying out the details of your work as the professor continued to describe the assignment.

“there is one twist to this project. you’ll be working with a partner.” his words made you freeze. “and before you ask yes i will be choosing your partner for you.”

the room was filled with groans at his last comment, many of your classmates upset that they wouldn’t be working with their friends. meanwhile your eyes searched the room until they locked with a certain brunette. gavi had been looking forward to asking you to be his partner and now he was simply hoping the professor had decided to put you two together.

“mrs. y/l/n and mr. moretti you’ll be working together.” your professor says as he crushes gavi’s hopes and dreams.

franco moretti had arrived last semester from turin when his father took over as head of the marketing department for sevilla fc. he was also the teammate gavi despised the most due to them playing in the same position and because he would always insult him in words he didn’t understand. you scan the room to search for the argentine spotting him all the way at the end of the room looking at something else on his laptop. you sigh in frustration wondering if this project would be the reason your grade goes down.

as soon as class ends you make your way towards the blonde hoping to introduce yourself and get the project over with. he instantly notices you offering you one of his flirty smirks.

“bueno…” he starts. “we’re partners right?”

“uh, yeah. i just came to introduce myself-”

“i know who you are.” he interrupts you. “well i only know you’re like the smartest kid in our class.”

“i wouldn’t say that.” your cheeks heat up at his words.

“no need to be humble. your face along with his-” he points towards gavi. “is plastered all over the school. i’ve got to say i am very impressed by how you manage to do sports and somehow maintain your grades so high at the same time. but you probably just want to talk about our project.”

“uhm, thank you?” you can’t help but laugh at the interaction. “oh, yeah. i just wanted to ask if you have any certain topics you want to make our project about?”

“well i’ve got to get to practice in like five minutes or else coach will make me run five miles around the whole school. do you maybe want to meet up at the library later to discuss it? say around four?” he says as he packs up this things.

“yeah, that’s fine. i’ll see you there.” you smile awkwardly not sure if you should look forward to seeing him later or not.

you stay behind a couple of minutes going over some of your notes with the professor making sure you got everything right. you couldn’t afford to risk your spot in the rankings for a small error. grabbing your stuff you make way towards the library hoping to get some free time to study for your next psych exam before meeting up with franco. although, you don’t expect to find gavi waiting for you outside the door.

“he totally thinks you’re hot.” he simply blurts out.

“nice to see you too pablo.” you say sarcastically. “why are you blessing me with your presence today?”

“i bless you with my presence everyday.” he says as he begins following you to wherever it is you’re going. “so, you and franco…”

“me and franco aren’t even friends if that’s what you’re wondering.” you roll your eyes. “why do you even hate him so much?”

“i don’t hate him.” you simply stare at him. “okay maybe i do just a little but it’s reasonable.”

“you hate him because his dad works for sevilla and he’s slowly climbing up through the rankings. i’m not sure i would call that reasonable.” you say as you open the doors to the library. you’re grateful there’s barely anyone in there, you don’t enjoy being around large groups.

“whatever.” he huffs. “do you think he’s cute?”

you pause in your tracks turning towards gavi. the top button of his dress shirt unbuttoned and his red tie on the verge of coming loose. he looked quite good and a part of you just wanted to go home already.

“are you jealous pablito?” you tease him.

“me? jealous of a benchwarmer? please. not only am i better than him athletically but also academically. there’s no reason for me to be jealous.” he scoffs at the ridiculous idea.

“okay so you won’t have a problem with me studying with him later in here right? you totally didn’t follow me to the library just to make sure i didn’t find him attractive right?” you ask him as you press the button on the wall to get an elevator. you loved that each floor was dedicated to a different genre of books.

“why would i have a problem? i’m the only one making you cum anyways.” his words catch you off guard. you look around making sure no one else has heard him.

“pablo!” you hit his chest and you expect him to just laugh but he only stares at you. his eyes darker than before. he pulls you towards the end of the nonfiction section where there’s barely any light and a bunch of books that haven’t been read in years. how romantic.

“but maybe he’ll get lucky and you’ll spread your legs for him. give him a good view and everything.” he drags his hand to the middle of your legs opening up your legs.

you can feel his breath on your neck as he moves your hand from your thighs to your core teasing you. you completely forget where you are as he leaves love bites all over your neck. the pleasure intensifying as teases you by running his hands along your core but not getting them under your panties to touch you.

“and maybe he’ll hear those sinful noises you make as he drags his fingers along your folds.” you whine as pablo spreads your wetness around your folds with his fingers.

“but maybe you’ll be desperate to have him inside you to feel full again. so you’ll simply move these to the side.” he moves your panties to the side giving him full access to your dripping core. “and take him in you like the good girl you are.”

you help him undo his belt eager to have him fuck you already. his button down shirt losing some of its buttons in the process. the two of you so needy to finally come together like a puzzle to care about what happens next. he finally manages to pull out his hard aching dick out and he doesn’t waste another minute as he brings it to your needy hole.

“and then he’ll drag it along your folds teasing you even more. but after a couple of minutes he begins to insert himself until he fills you- oh fuck.” he groans as he enters you. “and your walls squeeze him as he pleasures you.”

“please pablo.” you beg him as one of your hands digs into his soft brown hair and the other into his shoulder at the feeling of his slow sensual thrusts.

“please what princess?” his voice sounds so out of breathe.

“faster please. fuck.” his length hits you in spots you didn’t know were possible. you can barely contain your moans and pablo simply hopes you get louder.

then you hear it the sound of the elevator doors opening for the end of the long hallway. you think you’re imagining it at first since pablo doesn’t notice it kissing you as he fucks you dumb. then you hear the loud footsteps and you panic they’re heading right towards the two of you.

“pablo. there’s someone here.” he can barely comprehend a word you’re saying as he watches how you take him so well. almost like your pussy was made just for him.

“pablo stop.” then he listens scared he crossed some boundaries and hurt you. he immediately steps away from you the two of you groaning at the loss of contact.

“fuck sorry. are you okay? did i-”

“no, you didn’t do anything wrong it’s okay. there’s someone here though. get dressed.” you say as you fix your hair and skirt.

meanwhile pablo isn’t so lucky and he can hardly button his pants when franco himself shows up. the argentine tries hardest to stop himself from laughing at his teammate but he barely can as he looks at pablo’s disheveled hair. although, you look perfectly fine so he tries to figure out why pablo looks so messy.

“bro you look like you got dressed in the dark what happened?” franco stifles a laugh.

“caught him getting frisky with one of the librarians.” you blurt out wanting to tease him.

“no way? but they’re all over thirty- oh don’t tell me you’re into milfs. kinky shit bro.” franco somehow believes your lie.

“fuck you.” gavi directs at you before being invaded by his teammate with more questions.

the next couple of minutes gavi tries his best to get his teammate to shut up and convince him that you were lying. that he simply had fallen asleep during class because he’d already studied the topic at home which was quite believable. the three of you chatted before gavi had to make his way towards the field to make up for missing practice earlier. although he spends all five miles grinning like a little shit because he’d be willing to run them all over again as long as it meant getting franco the furthest away from you. he was hoping you’d only have time for one academically gifted athlete.

[reverieblondie]

ATSV Masterlist

NSFW 18+!

‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆ Miguel O'Hara ⋆*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧

The Dare - Hobie takes the dare game up a notch. Unexpected events ensue...

Clumsy Kitty (Part 2) - You became a thief to help you get over your mundane life. Turns out being a thief is not so easy…especially when Spider-Man is there to stop you.

Rehearsing - Miguel isn't good when it comes to feelings...especially when it comes to you...

Scary Movie Night - Halloween night just you alone with your horror movie marathon...till you hear a noise.

My Star -The theaters new patron is an important man, as you dance you feel his eyes on you, you can't help but feel addicted to the way he stares...

Remember Me? - Miguel has changed a lot since high school, but one thing remains the same...how he feels about you.

Series:

Be Sweet to me- Your determined to befriend your co-worker. Miguel struggles with his stressful double life...

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Request:

Inspiration - Miguel just wants to give you a break and help you with your writings...What's so wrong about that? Criminal - Miguel hates cops, well all expect one...

‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆ Peter B Parker ⋆*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧

Costume Party - At a costume party you run into a guy with a very impressive Spider-Man costume....He seems familiar...

‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆ Gabriel O'Hara ⋆*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧

Meeting - It all started with a boring Spider Society meeting...then you two just couldn't stop seeing each other.

Smutty HCs about Gabriel

Drabble Request: Scarf - Gabriel comes home to see you in his scarf and jacket... Short reader x Gabri Tomboy - You usually wear tomboy outfits, but tonight you change it up...

‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆ Kaine Parker ⋆*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧

Partners - Kaine isn't exactly social but he seems to get along with you.

Play Fighting - Kaine is always starting fights with you...your about to figure out why...

[arachine]

dc (the psychological thriller/horror type. you know i’m a sucker for horror content) for miguel would be crazy… like man lives as himself on another earth. something feels off about him but he looks & acts just like your miguel. think he would be one of the only spider-people this would be in character for too. he’s definitely darker & more brutal than the rest but also thinks he’s doing the right thing. tell me that isn’t him before he actively tries to reform himself

+ nobody steal this idea bc i wanna write a full fledged fic where reader is his s/o

oh it most definitely is him. but let’s run back that ‘man lives as himself on another earth’ because that’s such a creepy fucking concept.

like can you imagine being the neighbor who runs into him every now and then? your conversations are surface-level, usually genial, in the way that conversations go when you’re in a hurry but still don’t want to seem rude. you usually catch him when he’s heading out the door to drop his daughter off. most mornings, he’s got a cup of coffee in one hand, with a school bad tucked under an arm, while the other hand struggles to juggle his keys and a lunch bag.

gabri’s the first to speak. always bright-eyed and over-enthusiastic, a stark contrast to the man behind her who is obviously not a believer in the phrase: the early bird gets the worm. still, despite his tiredness, he isn’t too good to offer you a kind smile and a small nod of acknowledgement.

“good morning!” she beams, with the same eagerness you’ve come to anticipate everyday. miguel is usually the next to say something, sometimes it’s a simple parrot of his daughter’s “good morning” or a “hello”.

but today? today is different. there’s no greeting, no smile—not even a nod of acknowledgement. his walk is different too, straight-backed and stiff, and the bags under his eyes have all but disappeared (not that you’ve committed them to memory or anything).

“good morning,” you say first. experimenting. waiting. he stops mid-footfall and turns to look at you, but it’s strange — his face. there’s an uncertainty on it, like he’s confused by your greeting.

“oh, hi.” curt. you poke again, curious.

“hey, wait!” you close your door, running down the steps and across the grass to catch him. “i made a bunch of these last night,” you hold up a container of cookies, “maybe gabri can take ‘em to school and share with the class?”

his eyes linger on the box in your hands for a few seconds before they flit to your face. again, that hesitance, uncertainty. then, he reaches a hand out to grab them.

“alert. impending threat,” his watch announces.

“wha—“

miguel retracts his arm possessively, knocking down the box of cookies in his wake. he looks at you once, and it’s startling, amber eyes ablaze with specks of golden ire.

without saying another word, he resumes his trek to the car and drives away. when you bend down to pick up the cookies, there’s a stray wisp of silver webbing hanging from the side of the container.

whoever that was, it definitely wasn’t miguel o’hara.

[kairiscorner]

Can u write a headcanon of a gabriel ohara x stark reader where she has a machine that goes to different dimensions and she meets gabriel in his dimension and they fall in love

OH YES !!!!! i love that what, gabri is the sunshine to reader's grump storm (*´ω｀*)

gabriel o'hara x stark!fem!reader headcanons

if you had tony's personality, i think gabri would've been scared of you at first 😭 blown away at first by how beautiful you are, but when he finds out you're a no-nonsense sarcastic genius, he not only falls harder for you, but calls you 'ma'am' out of fear and respect.

he found the fact you could hop from one dimension to another EXTREMELY INTERESTING, though when you would explain it to him, all he did was smile widely like a dork and stare at you while you spoke.

"you're so pretty when you talk." "were you not listening to a thing i said?" "i was listening... to the way your lips moved... how your eyes fluttered while you blinked, and you–" "that's enough." "w-wait, please, keep talking!"

he's always your right hand man, and when you need something, before you could even finish what you were gonna say, gabri's got you covered already and hands you the tool or machine you need.

he loves teasing you, like all the time. he teases how you'll be grumpy if you don't learn how to lighten up.

"how do you suppose i do that when i'm busy all the damn time." "well, that's why you have me! see, smiling's not hard!" "it is when you have nothing to smile about." "do compliments make you smile?" "it's just empty flattery, i smile as a formality." "that can't be right, you'll look older than you really are if you keep frowning!" "i'll cryogenically freeze myself, there." "but then... i won't be able to spend the rest of my days with you." "who said i wanted to spend them with you?" "okay, ouch, hermosa, alright :("

he says sorry to those you accidentally offend or piss off with your snarky attitude, he's the only thing keeping you from getting assassinated or screwed over by your business partners who might become your enemies one day 😭

he scolds you sometimes for not taking care of yourself, and when you snap at him, tell him you never ask him to care, he just replies to you that he knows you never asked, but he chooses to care about you.

you'd've started falling for him after a long while, seeing him ceaselessly care for you and help you out better than any machine you've ever created and any person you've ever hired. and though gabri fell for you first... you definitely fell harder.

he gets all excited when you tell him to come with you to other dimensions for help, even if it isn't for leisure or hanging out with him, he'll do anything to spend the day with you.

when gabri gets all relieved after you come back to him after a dangerous mission, he gets all nervous, stuttering and stammering about how worried you've made him, and all you do to get him to calm down is hold him close and kiss his lips.

he makes you food when you're too busy with work, he hates seeing you go another hour without eating or drinking water.

he insists you go to bed and actually have a decent, reasonable sleep schedule.

"nena, lights out." "just a few more minutes, i'll finish up here soon, gabe." "ay, no more working, please, you've been here all day. i'll take over for you." "no." "fine, then at least come with me to bed?" "i'll sleep when i'm dead." "...please?" he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your cheek as he pleads you to come to bed :>

tags !! @binibinileonara @ophanimgold

[legendaryskyscale]

Decided to make a roster of Necros I currently have.

Long wall of text below explaining each Necro!

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First is Saladbowld, my oldest Necro. I mainly use him for Fractals. He was created on Nov 20th, 2015 as a joke. I think I was talking about a sentient Caladbolg and made Saladbowld as kinda a gijinka. His initial design was very VERY different from his current look. I unfortunately do not have any screenshots of his baby years, but he used to have Caladbolg colors and the ponytail hairstyle. He was supposed to be a keyfarmer and I was supposed to delete him, but over the years I got too attached to him and now Saladbowld has a background concerning the Mad Realm. I used to use him for Labyrinth farming, but I've retired him from that.

I didn't make another Necro until May 31st, 2020, and that's when I created Somhanavir. Vir is based on one of my OCs from a story I was writing. His full name is Somhanavir Gabris von Hallow and he's a kind of mantid monster. He has no connections to anything in GW2 story/lorewise. I made Vir for WvW at the time when I was somewhat enjoying Scourge, and when Scourge was somewhat decent in zergs. These days, he's park at New Kaineng JP to collect my daily Jade Runestone.

Nov 27th, 2020 is when Lyikera was created. She was initially created to be a reincarnation of Trahearne after HoT. But now, her story ties in with being Aurene's half, literally being Aurene's twin sister as the two were born together when Mordremoth was vanquished. I still headcanon that she and Aurene both embody Trahearne thanks to Mordremoth's death when they absorbed the magic of the Jungle Elder Dragon. In my story, Trahearne was a part of that blast and now is a part of Lyikera and Aurene.

On Aug 21st, 2021 I created Belavalla. She doesn't have any deep lore, she was just my "Pale Reaper" who guides lost Sylvari back to the Dream. I headcanon that her face is unrecognized/incomprehensible to those not ready to return aka Not Dead Yet. But her face will appear as someone comforting to help ease dead Sylvari back to the Dream.

Mender Lunaria was created on Jun 23rd, 2022 as a companion toon to my Pale Reaver Solaria. My Lunaria was once a Sylvari who was unfortunately a victim and test subject to Ardjin. Ardjin successfully spliced her with a Melandru Stalker. Lunaria was one of the lucky experiments, as she retained her memories and escaped Ardjin's facility in Brisband to return to her Dearheart, Solaria.

Apr 22, 2023 is the creation of Oozwald. I'm prolly the only person in GW2 who's created an NPC clone based off the Inquest Technician who got turned into an Ooze in the Thaumanova Reactor Fractal lol. Oozwald is my bag opener.

Jul 4th, 2023 comes Fish Lich. It is a Fish that is a Lich. That's it. No story as of now.

And my latest, current fascination is Hass (Has Seen Things). Created on Feb 29th 2024, he was supposed to be a kobold, but during character creation I couldn't stop laughing at the max-size eyes on one of the Asura faces and that's how he came to be. He uh doesn't have a story. Yet.

And that, for now, are all my Necros. Thank you for taking the time to read this!