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selineram3421 · 3 months

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*is tired*

Courting Pursuit

Part 3

Part 2

Alastor X Deer Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ mule deer reader, gender neutral (gn) reader, assuming Alastor is a marsh deer, Spanish translated, cussing, blood, Valentino's dialogue is pink italics in quotation marks, mentions of aphrodisiac(drug), italics= thoughts ⚠

"Where's Gentle Giant?", Angel asked looking around for the tall deer.

"They have a name you know.", Vaggie sighed.

You were not seen at all today by the others and caused some slight worry among some of the group. Of course, Alastor could care less.

"I know but really, where are they? I didn't see 'em this morning."

Husk turned to look at the spider demon with a raised brow.

"They wake up at five in the morning to start breakfast early. You've been wakin' up early?", the cat demon asked.

Angel raised his arms up. "How could I not!? Have you seen them make breakfast? That's a whole meal on its own! Shaking their ass around to the music they put on, half buttoned up shirt, and those leggings.", he crosses his arms. "I didn't get to see shit today! Kitchen was empty!"

"I didn't get my bugs today!", Niffty piped in. "They usually give me bugs that they find in the kitchen after cooking."

The group continued to wonder where you had gone until Charlie came into the lobby with Sir Pentious.

"Oh, I gave them an errand.", the Princess said.

"WHY!?", the arachnid cried out.

"Shut up Angel.", the white haired woman sighed.

"They said they wanted to do something outside, so I offered them to pick up something from a shop. It's not that far.", Charlie reassured.

"Charlie.", the porn star dead panned.

"Yes?", the Princess smiled.

"How long have they been in Hell? I mean out there, not in the hotel."

"Less than a day..."

Everyone is quiet before rushing out of the hotel.

"Damn it Charlie! They might die!", Angel shouts.

"I didn't think it'd be that bad! Oh no no no no no-!", she apologizes as they all run down the road into the city.

Alastor just sighs and follows calmly behind the group.

What a way to start the day..

You were getting groceries for the Princess.

She said that most of the food was gone and with the help of Vaggie, you got a list of the things you needed to get.

At the store, you were a bit confused but you met a nice older woman that helped you learn what the aisle signs said.

"Muchas gracias." (Thank you very much.)

"De nada!", the woman waved her hand. (You're welcome!) "Qué demonio tan atractivo eres." (What an attractive demon you are.)

After paying and carrying all the bags, you made your way through the city and tried to go back to the hotel quickly.

But a tall bug stands in your way once you make it to the entertainment district.

"Ah~ The deer that appeared on the screens.", the tall moth demon smiled wide and approached you. "Valentino is my name and I want you to work for me. A face like yours is well liked among the sinners.", he said and reached out to hold your face.

"No quiero lo que me ofreces.", you quickly moved your head away. (I don't want what you are offering.)

"Ah, pero imagina todo el dinero que ganarás~" (Ah, but imagine all the money you'd be making~), he continued. "Todas las delicias pecaminosas que podrás darte.", his eyes glowed as he circled you like a snake, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. (All the sinful delights you'll get to indulge in.)

You grabbed the moth's face roughly and brought him down to eye level with you.

"I said. I don't want it.", you glared, shoving him away after feeling the groceries shift in your hold. "Adiós. Espero no volver a verte." (Farewell. I hope to never see you again.)

"¿¡Quién te crees que eres!? ¡No puedes darme la espalda!", Valentino hissed out and pulled you back by your arm, making you drop the bag. (Who do you think you are!? You don't get to turn away from me!)

Some of the groceries spilled out onto the street, now no longer edible as blood and grime soiled it.

The moth continued to yell and shout vulgar words, but you just frowned at the loss of food.

"Are you even listening!?", the tall demon shouted in your ear as he tightened his grip on your arm.

"No.", you said and looked at him with a dead stare.

It was the tipping point for him, his anger boiled over and he went to strike you with his hand.

Quickly, you lowered and tilted your head down just a bit before lunging forward. Your antlers stabbed into his chest and blood sprayed onto the top of your head and shoulders.

"¡Pedazo de mierda!", he shouted and grabbed your antlers, slamming you back into a brick wall. (You piece of shit!)

You felt your back sting with pain as he held you in place to remove your antlers from his chest. He managed to kick your stomach, knocking the air out of you. You tried to hit back but he moved out the way.

The moth demon sprayed some pink liquid on you before escaping.

It got in your eyes, making you close them as it felt like burning. The smell was sweet but strong, like a syrup that was too sweet. To the point that it made you feel sick.

After cleaning off the liquid, you salvaged what you could and continued your way back to the hotel.

"Where are they!?", Angel cried out.

The hazbin group returned from their search and met up in the lobby. Sir Pentious was still out with his egg minions.

"I didn't see them anywhere! I went to the grocery stores, checked alleys, and bars! Do you know how many bars there are in Hell!?"

"At least we didn't find a body, so we know they are still alive somewhere.", Vaggie muttered.

"Perhaps they've been eaten!", Alastor smiled cheerfully.

The group looked at him in horror.

Niffty not so much, but she was still upset about not getting bugs.

"That's not-", Charlie started.

"WHAT IF THEY WERE EATEN!?", the spider screeched.

"DAMN IT ANGEL, THEY WEREN'T EATEN!", the white haired woman yelled back.

"BUT WHAT IF THEY WERE!?", Niftty jumped into the conversation, smiling.

"You ain't helping Nift.", Husk grumbled.

"I swear to Satan-!"

"Calm down!"

The others stopped screeching at each other when hearing the entrance door open, all turning their heads to find the mule deer dragging their feet as they walked into the hotel.

Covered in blood, holding a bag of groceries.

"Hola..", they waved with a tired smile.

The spider called their name in relief and rushed over, checking them for injuries.

"Holy shit! What happened to you!?", Angel grabbed their head and brought it down to see their blood soaked antlers. "You've got blood all on top of your head!"

"Estoy bien, estoy bien.", the deer mumbled. (I'm ok, I'm ok.)

"¿Qué mierda paso?", Husk spoke up. (What the fuck happened?)

"Nada demasiado importante.", they gave a small reassuring smile. (Nothing too important.)

"Where are my bugs!", Niftty ran over and tugged on their pants.

"Glad you're ok.", the Princess sighed.

"Yes, yes. We're all glad that they aren't dead.", Alastor says as he walks over. "Now, lets have them cleaned up and well-"

Before the Radio Demon could touch them, the mule deer flinched back.

"Lo siento. No me encuentro bien.", they said and handed the grocery bag over to the spider. (I'm sorry. I don't feel well.) "Voy a descansar en mi habitación. Perdonadme.", they managed to get out before heading upstairs. (I'm going to rest in my room. Pardon me.)

Curious.. He thought as the others dispersed, but then noticed that the arachnid stayed put, staring where the mule deer was last seen.

"What is it now? Aren't you satisfied that they are safe and sound?", he asked.

"Somethin's not right.", Angel said. "They smelled like aphrodisiac was poured all over them."

"A what?", the deer demon replied, a bit confused. "That is a drug, correct?"

"Yeah.. And right now, it ain't a good one.", the fluffy demon stuffed the grocery bag in the fridge before running upstairs, shouting out the mule deer's name.

Curious indeed...

As I was writing this during break, coworker walked up and asked what I was writing and I immediately hid my phone.

~Seline, the person.

Part 4

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adrienneleclerc · 10 months

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We’re Just Friends

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: In this, we will see the friendship between Walter and Y/N and Walter’s first act of protectiveness; let’s face it, it wasn’t his first time punching a man because of Y/N

A/N: If y’all have seen Gilmore Girls, Walter and Y/N will be like Luke and Lorelai in the way that they hang out outside of work. If y’all haven’t, Luke/Walter is known for being grumpy in his place of work and in general. BUT he lets Lorelai/YN who is basically a ray of sunshine on caffeine get away with EVERYTHING. Lorelai/YN call Luke/Walter if they need to rant or need something fixed, they have a good friendship, very “you came, you called”

Ever since Walter gave Y/N apology cookies, they were closer, they got to know each other. They even started hanging out at friends outside of work which was rare for Walter.

Walter and Y/N could be seen at the mall, shopping for Faye because Walter is clueless about what to get her. They were walking down the aisles at Barnes and Noble.

“How do you not know what to get your daughter, Don Refri?” Y/N asked him.

“I thought that name was for the district.” Walter said.

“That name is for everywhere, Don Refri. Seriously, how do you not know?” Y/N stopped walking and stood in front of him.

“I know what my daughter likes, the only problem is that I don’t know if Angie and her new husband have already bought it for her.” Walter said, looking down at Y/N (I'm 5'3 and a half, yes, my doctor counts the half inch, but Henry is 6'1 so he's pretty tall, whatever height you are, he will still be looking down at you)

“Yeah, divorce makes it harder. I’m Just guessing, my parents are still together.” Y/N said with a smile. (If they are divorced, ignore that last sentence) “How about a funko pop, does she like Marvel?" Y/N said, holding up a Captain America funko pop that was on the shelf.

"I think she is more of a DC fan." Walter said, poking the Superman funko pop on the shelf.

They could even be seen at Y/N's apartment drinking coffee.

"Thanks again for fixing my lock, it was driving me crazy.” Y/N said, giving Walter a pan dulce to drink with his coffee.

“Yeah of course, wouldn’t want you to feel unsafe in the neighborhood.” Walter said.

“Still, you could have come tomorrow but you came tonight, so I appreciate it.” Y/N said.

“It’s a 5 minute drive, you’re close by. What is this, by the way?” Walter asked

“It’s pan dulce, there’s a little Mexican bakery that i like to go to, really good, I gave you a concha.” Y/N said, also taking a bite out of her concha. Walter have it a taste.

“You’re right, it’s really good.” Walter said. They kept talking until Walter finished his coffee and they said goodbye.

The next day, Walter came into the police department with a thermos in hand and an paper bag in the other. He walked over to Y/N’s cubicle and knocked on her desk.

“Good morning, Don Refri, how are you today?” Y/N asked.

“Good morning to you too, Y/N, I’m good, and you?” Walter replied.

“Im good, what’s in the bag?” Y/N asked, she was curious to know what’s inside.

“I went to the coffee shop this morning and got you something. It might not be as good as the pan Dulce from your Mexican bakery, but this coffee shop is Latina owned.” Walter said and Y/N opened the paper bag and saw manteconchas and polvorones.

“Oh my gosh, they look so good, they smell good too, gracias Don Refri, ya te estás calentando.” Y/N said, giving him a hug. Walter hugged back and went to his office while Rachel turned to Y/N with a smirk on her face.

“Walter brought you Mexican pastries? How nice of him, looks like you might be his favorite.” Rachel said.

“Maybe it’s because I’m new, I’m sure the novelty will wear off.” Y/N said.

“Maybe, maybe not. Who knows.” Rachel said, going downstairs.

A week later, Y/N entered the department and it was all chaos, she walked over to Glasgow to see if he could tell her what’s going on.

“Why is everyone acting like my mom when Luis Miguel announced his tour?” Y/N asked.

“Detective Marshall finally found a lead to the guy who’s been trafficking teenaged girls. We got his license plate and planted a tracking device on his van so Walter asked me to see where the van stops and that’ll be this guy’s hide out,” Glasgow explained. A few minutes later, “I found him! He’s in an All Inc Warehouse!”

“Let’s get a move on, we’re finally gonna get this son of a bitch.” Walter said as he grabbed his gun and out on his vest to leave with the other officers.

“What does he mean by ‘finally’? Has this been a tough case?” Y/N said, finally being able to sit at her desk.

“Detective grumpy has been working on this case for a month. It’s been driving him crazy knowing that the guy was still out there.” Rachel said, walking in, sipping her coffee.

“Then I’m glad he’s finally catching him.” Y/N said.

An hour later, Walter walked into the district with the guy in handcuffs. Walter takes him downstairs to put him in a holding cell. He walked back upstairs.

“Y/N, i need to fill out a report, come with me please.” Walter said and Y/N followed him.

“Congratulations on the arrest, Don Refri. How does it feel?” Y/N asked.

“It feels good. How was the Mexican bread?” Walter asked.

“The polvorones we’re really good and the manteconcha was delicious. I saved you a polvorón because you have to try it. Where did you get them?” Y/N asked.

“I got it at Abogados Café.” Walter said. “What does that mean, by the way?”

“Lawyers coffee. Do they have Cuban coffee?” Y/N asked.

“I Don’t know, we can check it some other day.” Walter said.

Hours later, Walter and Y/N were finishing their paper work.

“Hey Don Refri, how do you feel about going to a bar tonight? You don’t have to drink, but I think it’ll be fun. We could celebrate that you finally solved that case! Rachel told me you’ve been working on that shit for a month.” Y/N said as she put on her jacket.

“I Don’t know about that, Y/N.” Walter said.

“Oh come on, it’s not like I’m asking you to get drunk. Let’s just go to a bar, you can play pool with the guys, I can eat some fries. We could go to Brunson’s Pub! Or Skinner’s or Iron Ranger, I don’t care, I just want a night out and I really don’t feel like cooking.” Y/N practically begged Walter as she was holding onto his biceps.

“Fine, fine, we’ll go to Brunson’s, they have more food there, I’ll tell the guys, you can tell Rachel. Group celebration.” Walter said and Y/N was happy. She texted Rachel about going to the pub and Rachel was down.

“Rachel said she’ll be there, what about Matthew and Glasgow?” Y/N said.

“Yeah, they’re coming too. You want me to drive you?” Walter said.

“And leave my car here?” Y/N asked.

“I’ll drive you to work tomorrow, it’ll be fine. This way you can drink as much as you want.” Walter said.

“Jaja, mira que funny eres.” Y/N said. They walked out of the department and got into Walter’s car. Walter put on a random playlist on Spotify. Y/N was looking out the window when she heard a familiar song, “Oh my gosh, I haven’t heard this song in forever. I love ‘colgando en tus manos’, my mom would play it in the house all the time.”

“Yeah, I found a playlist with Spanish songs, thought it would be good, maybe help with my Spanish with us being friends and all.” Walter said.

“You Don’t even know what Carlos Baute is singing right now.” Y/N commented.

“It doesn’t matter, you like this kind of music, right?” Walter asked.

“It reminds me of my life in Miami, before Latin music went mainstream.” Y/N said. They kept talking and listening to music until Walter parked in the parking lot at Brunson’s. They walked in together.

“Hey, look who made it! Detective Grumpy and his sunshine partner.” Matthew said.

“Hey, we’re not at work right now but I’m still your boss, watch it. How much have you had to drink?” Walter asked.

“He had 3 tequila shots.” Glasgow said.

“How did he get here?” Walter asked.

“I took an Uber.” Matthew said.

“Same.” Rachel and Glasgow said.

“Great, well I gotta stay sober because I have to take Y/N home. What do you want to drink?” Walter asked, turning to Y/N.

“I want a ‘bad hombre’ and you should get yourself a beer, we’re celebrating you, you should be able to let loose.” Y/N said.

“All right, I’ll go to the bar.” Walter said and Y/N slid into the booth. Walter came back with a beer, a “bad hombre” which has reposado and mezcal, and an Italian sandwich for Y/N. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Don refri.” Y/N said. They were all talking and laughing, having a good time but Walter stepped away. “Damn, I’m running low, I’m gonna see of i Can get a beer, be right back.” Y/N said and walked to the bar when bumped into a tall man. “Oh I’m so sorry.”

“Nah, you’re good. Wait a minute, Y/N?” The man said and Y/N looked up to see a familiar face.

“No way, Mitch, how are you? What are you doing here in Minnesota?” Y/N asked as she hugged Mitch (Dylan O’Brien) a friend she made back in Virginia.

“My brother Steven wanted to go skiing. You want me to order you a beer?” Mitch asked.

“Yeah, get me a modelo.” Y/N said and Mitch told the bartender to get him two modelo beers. “Well, how’s the CIA treating you?”

“The CIA is fine. Listen, I’m sorry to hear that the FBI didn’t work out for you but maybe you can come back to Virginia and become part of the CIA.” Mitch said.

“I’d love to, but I’m not sure I can cut out as a CIA agent.” Y/N said. They kept talking and Walter got out of the bathroom to see Y/N talking to Mitch. He went back to his booth.

“Who’s that guy?” Walter asked.

“I Don’t know but he’s cute.” Rachel said. Walter went closer to hear their conversation.

“You’d do great. I swear, I would love to work with you.” Mitch said.

“Mitch, honestly, stop insisting, I’m not doing it.” Y/N said. All Walter heard was Y/N telling Mitch “no” so Walter got closer and..

“Didn’t you hear her? She said no.” And Walter decked Mitch, Mitch landing in the floor. Y/N got out of her stool.

“Walter! What did you do?” Y/N asked, facing Walter.

“Wasn’t he bothering you?” Walter asked.

“No! Walter this is Mitch, my friend who’s in the CIA. Mitch, this is Walter.” Y/N said as she helped Mitch off the floor.

“He’s your boyfriend or something?” Mitch asked.

“No, we’re just friends.” Y/N said and Walter walked outside the bar, he needed fresh air. “And he’s technically my boss at the police department. He’s a detective.”

“Well He’s quite protective of you. I should give you my number so we could hang out next time I’m in Minnesota.” Mitch said,

“That would be great.” Y/N said and they exchanged numbers. “It was great seeing you, I gotta talk to Walter.” Y/N walked outside and saw Walter leaning against his car. “What the hell was that in there?”

“Sorry, Y/N, I thought he was just a random drunk harassing you. I didn’t know he was a friend of yours.” Walter admitted.

“You could have asked. Just don’t do it again, okay.” Y/N said,

“I won’t. Are you sure you’re all right? He didn’t try anything?” Walter asked,

“Nah, Mitch is a good guy, he wanted me to ‘try out’ for the CIA but I told him no. Thanks for being protective though, I appreciate it.” Y/N said and she hugged him. “Can we go back inside? I’m kinda cold and this skirt isn’t helping.” Y/N said and Walter chuckled.

“Yeah, we can go back inside.” Walter said, leading her into the pub with his hand on the small of her back.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! i just guessed about the Latina owned coffee shop but then I was looking up coffee shops in Saint Paul and that’s when I found Abogados Café! I looked up the bars and the warehouses because I like my fanfics to be accurate when I’m writing about a state I don’t know anything about. Also, super sorry about the late “update”, I’m finishing up the fall semester and i have so much work to do but I’m procrastinating so…that’s gonna bite me in the ass when the time comes. Comment if you want to be added to the tag list

Taglist: @shellyshellshell @warriormirkwood @secretdream2

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melanieph321 · 8 months

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Pedri x Black Reader - Our Secret Part 5/10

Pedri sending Marcella risky texts. Y'all ain't ready 🤣

The story of Marcella and Pedri. As students of the most prestigious high schools in the country, the two are very focused on developimg their indvidual talents. Marcella has music whilst Pedri has football. However, worlds collide when Pedri's secret is revealed, he has diabetes.

Enjoy!

Friday came around.

Pedri and his teammates were in a good mood because none of them were sore from having to run windsprints. Pedri had talked to the coaches, apperently they invited a few scouts from football clubs such as Sevilla, to watch the team play. It was only natural for them to want their team looking sharp. Nevertheless Friday's game was played in front of a full crowd. Estudios Filántropos were up against their arch rivals Roscos Galacticos, another elite school from the same district. Pedri was feeling great, managing to stay in the game throughout the first half and an additional fifteen minutes into the second half. Before being subbed off he made a crucial pass to Pablo, assisting him for the game winning goal.

"A bet is a bet." Rosie smirked, as she bumped shoulders with Pedri when the students were invading the pitch at the end of the game. He watched her fulfill his friends wildest fantasies as she tapped Pablo on the shoulder and puckered up to kiss him.

"I told you! Didn't I tell you that the top baller is me!"

It was a blissful ride home, with Pablo's ego blowing through the roof.

"Did you see her, how she walked past you and straight towards me."

Pedri chuckled, looking over the steering as he drove with one hand. "I guess I got to watch my back now, eh? First you steal my girl, next you'll be outvoting me as captain."

"Don't worry Pedrito." Pablo said, rubbing Pedri's arm. "I promise not to run for captain until you graduate. As for Rosie, all is fair in love and war, no?"

Pedri laughed since he couldn't argue with that statement. Eventually his car pulled up to the driveway of Pablo's house. The lights were on inside and his parents car stood parked in the garage.

"I bet my dad is firing up the grill as we speak. You hungry?"

"Nah, I think I'll pass."

Pablo shrugged. "Suit yourself."

The two said their goodbyes and Pedri drove on. He got home in time to see his mother arrange plates and utensils around the dining table in the living room, however, his family usually dined in the kitchen.

"What's the occasion?" Pedri asked, kicking off his shoes and removing his jacket.

"Cariño? Your early."

"No I'm not."

His mother rushed up to him, dusting off his t-shirt and running a quick hand through his waxless hair."

"Mami?" Pedri groaned. "What are you..."

"Your father will be home soon."

"Yes, and?" He dodge her attempts to pamper him. "Why are we having dinner in here and not..."

The front door open. The question answered itself once Pedri heard his dad chatting away with..."

"Fernando!"

Pedri's mother rushed to hug her other son.

"Son."

"Papá."

Pedri was left to greet his dad, who congratulated him on tonight's win. "Your brother and I were busy at the restaurant, but we heard it over the radio. Nice assist."

"Gracias."

The room fell silent. This was the part where Pedri was expected to greet his older brother. They stood facing each other, appropriate distance between them. A stranger from the outside looking in would say that they were identical. They had the same dark hair and bushy eyebrows. Neither smiled effortlessly, nor displayed much of any other emotion. The only thing that gave them away was the height difference. Unfortunately, Pedri's brother had beat him to it, growing rapidly during their younger years, fooling people who met them in the street that he was the mature one.

"Hermano..." His brother surrendered, making the efforts to shake Pedri's hand.

"I have to take my shot." Pedri muttered, exiting the room in a autistic fashion.

"Come on son."

"Cariño, please come back."

He ignored his parents. It was clear to him that they would never understand. They would never wrapped their heads around the betrayal his brother committed the day he was sent to jail.

Pedri's reflection stared back at him as he put the cap back on his insulin pen and threw it in a separate disposal. He had lost weight since last year, alot of it. Mainly because there were no more drive-through dinners with his teammates after game nights. And Pedri seldom excepted invitations to eat anywhere but in his own home. His diabetes forced him to take a shot at least twenty minutes before or after having a meal and Pedri didn't feel that eating out was worth the hassle of bringing extras needles. Besides, he was ashamed. Yes, he admits it, being different sucked.

Pedri's attention diverged from the bathroom mirror as his phone vibrated against the sink. He received a notification from @M.playspiano.

M: I passed! 🥳

P: Marcella?

He scrolled through the public profile, finding no sleifes or any sign that this wasn't a message from a bot. But then he saw it, a 30 second clip of Marcella playing the piano in the abandoned classroom. It was just her hands, but Pedri recognized them anywhere.

M: I don't have your number so don't laugh at me for sliding in your DM:s.

P: I'm not laughing.

He typed, with a large grin on his lips.

M: I just wanted to let you know that señor Garcia liked the song we wrote. He even praised me for thinking outside of the box and making the song a duet. 🤣

P: The song we wrote? I don't rember lifting a finger. 🤥

M: Ha ha. It's our song, I couldn't have done it without you. There, I said it.

Something fluttured beneath Pedri's belly button. His fingers were typing fast.

P: Glad I could help. 😊

His excitement continued to rise as he saw three little dots appear at the bottom of his screen. He had never expected Marcella to be an avid texter.

M: You said you'll see me Saturday? Are you also going to Martina Blanco's quinceanera?

P: More like Martina Blanco's quinceanera is coming to me. Her family is having the party at my parents restaurant, I'm expected to make an appearance.

M: I see...

Pedri's brows furrowed as her message was not followed by three new dots at the bottom of his screen. Perhaps it was his turn to keep the conversation afloat?

P: Did you find a dress?

Pedri's heart pounded as the dots reappeared.

M: A dress? 🤔

P: For the party? You said your mom was taking you dress shopping and that's why you couldn't come see me destroy Roscos Galacticos tonight.

M: Wow, the male ego is fascinating. 😅

He laughed out loud at that.

P: I'm just saying, you missed out. At least let me see the dress that was more important to purchase rather then seeing me play.

It took longer for her to type, but the dots were there. Pedri's eyes widened seeing the small image appear on his screen. He tapped on it and it blew up. A picture of Marcella appeared. She was standing in front of a mirror in a confined space, perhaps a dressing room. She was bare feet, her long legs exposed way above her knees and the dress she wore was of style Pedri hadn't imagined to be of her taste in fashion. It looked more like something Rosie would wear.

P: Sexy 😍

He typed without thinking. Or, he was thinking....but not with his brain.

P: Can't wait to see it with my own eyes.

M: Oh, shut up 😝

He was grinning. To the point were his cheeks hurt.

The dots reappeared.

M: What are you wearing anyways? A tux, or just the regular overprized t-shirt that most of you men like to wear?🙃

Pedri snorted.

P: Funny.🤥

M: Did I write men, It was meant to say boys. Must've been a typo.😁

She was cheeky, teasing him in ways that pushed the right buttons. Pedri had to push back somehow. Although his brain was telling him no, Pedri backed up in front of the mirror and switched to the camera on his phone. One hand directed the lens towards the mirror, allowing him to view his own reflection through the screen. His other hand cupped his groin through his pants, hiding (not really) what was growing beneath. Pedri then held his breath and flexed his abs as he snapped the shot, then typing a cryptic message before pressing send.

"Cariño?"

He jumped with the knock on the bathroom door, his mother on the other end.

"Sì mama?"

"Is everything alright, the food is getting cold."

"Eh...I'll be right out." He was quick to get dressed. He stopped himself once he realized how hard his dick actually was.

"Mama?"

"Sì cariño."

"Go ahead, don't wait for me. I'll only be a minute"

"Alright, but don't take too long."

Pedri exhaled, his back against the wall. Then he realized. "Marcella!"

Her rushed to grab his phone, but stared blankly at the screen. The picture he took along with the message he sent, had been left on read.

"Puta."

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #fc barcelona #pedri x black reader #pedri/gavi #pedri x reader #pedrito #pedri #pablo gavi #gavi

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darkkittenneko · 24 days

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Anime goes away from the manga since the start, I have been trying to figure out the best way to compare these differences, but also had some stuff to care about and just moved out, so I had to pause for a while, but now I have more time to continue with this little personal project.

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El anime se aleja bastante del manga desde el principio, he estado buscando la mejor manera de mostrar estas diferencias, pero también había tenido que ocuparme de algunas cosas y acabo de mudarme, así que tuve que hacer una pausa, pero ahora tengo un poco más de tiempo para seguir con este pequeño proyecto personal.

While Takao runs from the park to make it on time to his battle against Akira, the neighbor district’s champion, we can see Akira and some kids waiting for Takao. This never happens in the manga, since Akira doesn’t even exist in it. As Akira mentions once Takao gets there they’ll be able to figure out who is the true beyblade champion, we see Hiruta for the first time, calling Akira’s beyblade weak.

Akira then challenges him to a battle after mentioning how confident he is. When Takao arrives, the battle has not only ended, Hiruta has taken everyone’s beyblades and tells his “rules” to Takao, revealing he intends to have all beyblades in the city and that he has most of them already.

In the manga however, the plot for taking everyone’s beyblades is shown on the plot chapter with the unnamed Shell Killer whose appearance was used for Nobuo in the anime. Hiruta’s first appearance is in chapter one, after Ryonnosuke makes Takao train with him and tells Takao he can go if he lands a hit in him. After Takao takes advantage of Ryonnosuke’s distraction after the incident with the flowers, Takao heads to a local tournament; Takao wins block B and will face in the finals the winner of block A, Hiruta.

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Mientras Takao corre del parque para llegar a tiempo a su batalla con Akira, el campeón del distrito vecino, vemos a Akira y otros niños esperando por Takao. Esto nunca pasa en el manga, ya que Akira no existe en él. Cuando Akira menciona que en cuanto llegue Takao, podrán decidir quien es el verdadero campeón de beyblade, aparece Hiruta por primera vez, llamando débil al beyblade de Akira.

Es entonces que Akira lo reta a una batalla mencionando lo confiado que es. Cuando Takao llega, la batalla no sólo ha terminado, Hiruta ha tomado los beyblades de todos y le informa sus “reglas” a Takao, revelando que intenta quedarse con los beyblades de toda la ciudad y que ya tiene la mayoría de estos.

Sin embargo en el manga, la trama de robar los beyblades de otros, se muestra con el miembro si nombre de los Shell Killer en el capítulo piloto y cuya apariencia fue usada para Nobuo en el anime. La primera aparición de Hiruta es el el capítulo uno, después de que Ryonnosuke hace que Takao entrene con él y le dice a Takao que lo dejará irse si logra darle un golpe. Después de que Takao toma ventaja de la distracción de Ryonnosuke gracias al incidente con las flores, Takao se dirige a un torneo local de beyblade; Takao gana el bloque B y se enfrentará al ganador del bloque A, Hiruta.

In the anime Takao completely disagrees with Hirutas ways and this ends on him challenging Hiruta to a battle and with a little intervention from Manabu, they set the battle for the next day by the river.

In the manga however, Hiruta was about to step on a kid’s beyblade and Takao lauched himself to save it, making Hiruta fall off, this cause them to start arguing and nearly fighting each other until one of the tournament’s workers tells them to stop and that the final is about to start.

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En el anime, Takao está en total desacuerdo con los métodos de Hiruta y termina desafiándolo a una batalla, gracias a la intervención de Manabu, acuerdan que la batalla se lleve a cabo al día siguiente en el río.

Sin embargo en el manga, Hiruta estaba a punto de pisar el beyblade de un niño y Takao se lanza a detenerlo, causando que Hiruta se caiga, esto causa una discusión entre ambos que casi termina en un una pelea hasta que uno de los encargados del torneo les dice que se detengan y que la final está por comenzar.

Also in the manga, Hiruta opens his vest while arguing with Takao revealing himself as a member of the Shell Killer, during the pilot chapter we could see a glimpse of it leader as a shadow and after Hiruta reveals himself as a member of them, we see the face of their leader, who will later be introduced to be Hiwatari Kai.

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También en el manga, Hiruta abre su chaleco revelando ser un miembro de los Shell Killer, en el capítulo piloto se muestra un panel con la sombra de su líder y después de que Hiruta revela ser parte del grupo, se muestra el rostro de su líder en un panel, quien más adelante será presentado como Hiwatari Kai.

#beyblade #beyblade manga #beyblademanga #takao kinomiya #tyson granger #Hiruta #kaibeyblade #kaihiwatari #kai hiwatari

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ucsurdea08 · 6 days

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"Las Grandes Bonanzas del Perú"

¡Mis queridas pulgas aventureras! Hoy vamos a dar un salto a través de la fascinante historia económica del Perú, explorando sus diferentes épocas de bonanza. Desde el apogeo del guano hasta el auge minero, cada etapa dejó su huella en la economía y en las comunidades locales. ¡Vamos a descubrirlo! 📜🐜

Para más información: https://www.canva.com/design/DAGQYtuY8hc/YHoFkkm6BFAk7rX_paHyyg/edit?utm_content=DAGQYtuY8hc&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton

Durante la Era del Guano (1830-1876), Perú prosperó económicamente como principal proveedor mundial de guano, pero los ingresos se malgastaron, llevando a una crisis económica. La Bonanza del Caucho (1880-1914) trajo riqueza a la Amazonía peruana, pero la explotación de las comunidades indígenas y la falta de sostenibilidad causaron un rápido declive.

La Bonanza de la Caña de Azúcar (1894-1929) impulsó el crecimiento económico debido a la alta demanda internacional, pero la caída de los precios y la Primera Guerra Mundial afectaron gravemente la industria. Durante la Primera Bonanza Minera (1943-1976), Perú se convirtió en un importante exportador de plata, aunque la economía minera fue vulnerable a las fluctuaciones de precios.

La Bonanza Pesquera (1939-1963) trajo prosperidad gracias a la producción de harina y aceite de pescado, pero la sobreexplotación de los recursos marinos provocó una crisis. Finalmente, la Segunda Bonanza Minera (1990-2011) permitió un crecimiento significativo y atrajo inversiones extranjeras, aunque la economía seguía siendo vulnerable a la demanda internacional de minerales.

Estos ciclos económicos muestran la dependencia histórica de Perú en la exportación de recursos naturales y los desafíos asociados a la falta de sostenibilidad y la volatilidad de los precios internacionales.

Mis pulgas, tras recorrer la historia económica de Perú y observar cómo las bonanzas iban y venían como olas, hemos llegado a una conclusión evidente: la verdadera raíz del problema fue la falta de educación. Perú quedó atrapado en la dependencia de sus recursos naturales porque nunca invirtió lo suficiente en el poder transformador del conocimiento. Mientras otros países apostaban por educar a sus ciudadanos, fomentando la innovación y la diversificación, Perú dejó pasar esa oportunidad. Sin una población educada, las decisiones estratégicas a largo plazo brillaron por su ausencia, y así se desvanecieron esas épocas doradas. ¡Si hubieran invertido en educación, estaríamos contando otra historia! 🐜🐜

Referencias:

Bahlburg, F. (2023). The Local Impact of Mining in Peruvian Districts: Evidence of a Subnational Resource Curse?. International Journal of Energy Economics and Policy, 13(4), 264–286. https://doi.org/10.32479/ijeep.14319

Biblioteca Nacional de Perú (s.f). Documentos relativos al proyecto de venta directa del huano. https://bibliotecadigital.bnp.gob.pe/items/0863002a-0e60-44a6-aa24-4a445a584eb4

Cosamalón, J., Armas, F., Deustua, J., Monsalve, M. y Salinas, A. (2020). ECONOMÍA DE LA PRIMERA CENTURÍA INDEPENDIENTE. Instituto de Estudios Peruanos. https://www.bcrp.gob.pe/docs/Publicaciones/libros/historia/4-economia-de-la-primera-centuria-independiente.pdf

Memoria del Banco Central de Reserva del Perú(2019).Memorias 1963. https://www.bcrp.gob.pe/docs/Publicaciones/Memoria/Memoria-BCRP-1963.pdf

Miguel Ccasani(2022). El Perú ante la Primera Guerra Mundial: las exportaciones de La Libertad de 1917 a 1921 . http://dx.doi.org/10.21142/des-1402-2022-0025

Salazar,J. (2019). Los crímenes y la extracción sin futuro: el caso de la explotación cauchera en el Putumayo (1880-1915). Revista Del Instituto Riva-Agüero, 4(2), 87-118. https://doi.org/10.18800/revistaira.201902.003Salvatteci, R., & Mendo, J. (s. f.). Estimación de las pérdidas bio-económicas causadas por la captura de juveniles de anchoveta ( Engraulis ringens, J. ) en la costa peruana. http://www.scielo.org.pe/scielo.php?script=sci_arttext&pid=S1726-22162005000100015&lang=esVíctor, T. C. (s. f.-c). Grupos económicos y bonanza minera en el Perú. http://www.scielo.org.pe/scielo.php?script=sci_arttext&pid=S0252-18652014000200006&lang=es

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Gracias Madre, a popular vegan eatery in San Francisco's Mission District, closed its doors this week after more than a decade due to the city's deteriorating conditions.

"Our mission was always to honor the mothers who give so much to serve, care for and live in hope for their families, especially those of Mexico. It has been an honor to work on behalf of their generosity and sacrifice all these years," a note posted outside the restaurant — and on the web — read in part.

"The condition of life in San Francisco has deteriorated and made running a small business nearly impossible," the note continued.

SAN FRANCISCO CRIME PROBLEM RUNS DEEPER THAN ROSY STATISTICS FROM CITY, EXPERTS SAY

Betty Yu, reporter for CBS News in the Bay Area, quoted Gracias Madre's ex-general manager Joseph Donohueas saying that many people found it "a little bit too dangerous" to visit the restaurant at night due to lack of parking spaces and, if people did manage to find a place to park, the thought of someone breaking into their vehicle kept them on edge.

"So a lot of customers did say that they wouldn't come at night," he said.

Speaking to SFGate, Donohue blamed the "economy" and "the state of the Mission" for its closure. "If you go over a block to Valencia it looks like it’s a completely different city … they’re paying attention to one area and forgetting about the other areas of the city, which is kind of upsetting."

He also said the site never bounced back from damage dealt by the pandemic.

SAN FRANCISCO HAS THE WORST PANDEMIC RECOVERY IN THE NATION AS THE CITY IS MIRED IN CRIME, HOMELESSNESS: STUDY

The popular restaurant served organic and vegan fare priding itself on serving "traditional Mexican cuisine, made from scratch using local, organic, plant-based ingredients," according to its website. The restaurant reportedly opened in 2009, although the note to customers said there were closing their doors "after 16 years."

Gracias Madre's two other locations in California — West Hollywood and Newport Beach — remain open for now.

Fox News Digital reached out to Gracias Madre for additional comment, but did not receive an immediate response.

Crime has also wreaked havoc on Cafe International in the Golden City, forcing it to close short-term — for a week — after owner Zahra Saleh posted on social media that she needs time to "rest, think and regroup" her "violated state of mind" after witnessing so much crime in the area.

SAN FRANCISCO MAYOR FIRES BACK AFTER ‘GOOD MORNING AMERICA’ CALLS HER CITY'S DOWNTOWN ‘DANGEROUS’: REPORT

"Daily shoplifting, extortion coupled with a propensity of violence, back to back break-ins and thousands of dollars in debt for property damages," she wrote on Instagram. "My Lower Haight is sinking in sea of lawlessness and the ship captains and politicians are bickering among each other, blaming each other in a d--- size measuring contest while small businesses suffer…"

"We are currently on our own…" Saleh continued.

As many businesses flee the crime-ridden city, she remains determined to stay behind, finishing her statement with, "I need to think of something. I will not leave my city."

Last September, Tom Wong, who owned a private security firm in San Francisco, told "Fox & Friends First" he had also had enough of crime and homelessness in the city.

"My business was robbed. It was broken into, and my equipment was robbed. My vehicle was constantly being broken into," he said.

#nunyas news #doesn't she have insurance #she's being a bad socialist by putting profit over people #sigh

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mephinomaly · 2 years

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[TL] Lady-killer in the Midst of Good Fortune/Chapter 9

Time: That night

Rinne: Oi oi. New Year’s already over. What’s with the dining table?

Are we supposed to be celebratin’ somethin’? Expensive sukiyaki beef is super fancy, eh?

Kohaku: Yeah. Rinne-han musta won it whilst gambling, right? I’m pretty sure that’s how it always goes…

Niki: Fufu ♪ Me and HiMERU-kun bought it ♪

(Whispering) Well, HiMERU-kun bought the full amount for me. I only paid back half of it…

HiMERU: (Whispering) If HiMERU had enough money for the usual cost of shopping on hand, he would have paid for it all.

Niki: (Whispering) That’s not how it should be! I was the one who wanted to eat it so I couldn’t make you pay the full amount!

Kohaku: What are you two babblin’ on about in secret?

Back to it - what’s the reason behind the sukiyaki? Did somethin’ good happen?

HiMERU: —You could say that.

In the shopping district, HiMERU wished to win the first place prize of high-end beef that Shiina desired…

HiMERU got the fourth place prize, which was an electric kettle. It’s true that HiMERU got a good prize.

Rinne: That’s barely an answer. I’m askin’ why’dya purposely go out of your way to buy expensive beef, Merumeru.

Niki: Hey, I paid for it too!

Rinne: Shut it. No-one’s doubting that you paid for food.

…I can imagine how bummed out Niki musta been when you didn’t win. So is that the reason you bought some?

HiMERU: How impolite…

Is it really that strange for HiMERU wanting to fulfil Shiina’s wish to “have a sukiyaki party with the rest of Crazy:B”?

Rinne: Stange for real. You’re not that kind of person, Merumeru.

HiMERU: –Then. HiMERU would also like there to be a day where we enjoy sukiyaki together.

Rinne: Never heard of that kind of day.

Kohaku: …Woah, this is cool. It can boil the water to whatever temperature you set it to.

HiMERU: Oh really?

Fumu, it’s the latest model after all. It’s possible to keep the water warm, and the temperature is displayed there which is good.

Rinne: …Tch, way to dodge the question.

Kohaku: I can make us some tea right away. Let’s have a cup before the food is ready.

…~♪

Niki: Nahaha. You’re really enjoying this kettle aren’t you Kohaku-chan~

Kohaku: I’m impressed how water heatin’ technology has advanced. Here’s your tea, Niki-han.

Niki: Thanksies. The food’s almost ready, so I’ll enjoy this in the meantime.

Kohaku: And here’s yours twos.

HiMERU: Thank you, Oukawa.

Rinne: Gracias, Kohaku-chan… oya?

Check this out Merumeru. The tea stalk’s standin’ up![1] It’s a good omen, I’m gonna be lucky…☆

Kohaku: I was gonna point that out but - that’s good. I think it’s if someone else tells you that it’s floatin’ upright you’ll experience good stuff.

Rinne: Haa~? Everyone forget I just said anythin’!

Niki: (Whispering)...HiMERU-kun.

HiMERU: (Whispering) What is it?

Niki: (Whispering) How’s your tea? A lot of different things happened today, huh?

HiMERU: (Whispering) HiMERU’s tea is… normal. Normal delicious green tea brewed by Oukawa.

Niki: (Whispering) Oh yeah? Does this mean your good luck has completely run out?

HiMERU: (Whispering) Yes. HiMERU hopes it has.

Rinne: There you two go again, natterin’ away. What’s the big secret?

HiMERU: There isn’t one? Shiina was simply asking HiMERU what would be nice to eat after the sukiyaki.

…Ah, it smells wonderful. HiMERU enjoys these more peaceful moments.

HiMERU wants to eat right away–

Time: A few days later. Back at the recording for the fortune-telling variety show

Rei: Well well, it’s that time of week again where we ask Idol-san, Can You Read My Fortune? ♪

Of course, like last time, our guest will be this idol - HiMERU-kun ♪

HiMERU: Good evening everyone. This is Crazy:B’s HiMERU.

Rei: Speaking of HiMERU-kun. It’ll be fresh in your memory that last time, the white rabbit Inaba-kun gave you a gut-wrenching read…

So since then, what sort of good fortune have you had? The audience and myself are dying to hear what happened ♪

HiMERU: Of course…The most fortune thing that happened after Inaba-san’s fortune telling was-

-The four members of Crazy:B enjoyed some delicious sukiyaki together.

Rei: …Oya? As far as I’m aware, HiMERU-kun experienced far more terrifying bouts of luck.

HiMERU: Yes. Many other things happened, but HiMERU purposefully chose sitting around happily with his unit members as the best one.

For example, with family or friends… Spending some time with those people, isn’t that what happiness is about?

The viewers must have had experience of thinking in that way, and spending time like that.

Rei: (Hmm? Is this the truth, or is he just saying this to gain the audience's favour…?)

…Anyhow, it seems there have been some things that happened that were lucky for HiMERU-kun ♪

What sort of method should we use next time on HiMERU-kun? How will this end?

HiMERU: …You jest. Next week’s guest should be an idol other than HiMERU, Sakuma-senpai.

In these twelve minutes, HiMERU has already had more than enough valuable experiences.

Rei: Kukuku. It’s a joke, I’m joking ♪

…By the way, on this show, the idol who has their fortune read must share their impressions of the whole shebang.

Could you give a few words of wisdom, as someone who’s gone through lots of different events?

HiMERU: …Then, this is from HiMERU to all of you.

No matter how lucky an event is, each person has their own way that they’ll feel about it… This was something HiMERU was able to realise.

You might experience good luck, you might experience bad. HiMERU believes it’s up to the individual to decide what it means to them.

–So everyone. Please spend your days treasuring that time you can spend untroubled.

when the tea stalk floats upright in ur tea it’s considered lucky